"Knock me up with a black baby you niggar mother fucker" was Karen's reply.It sounded so romantic. Almost brought a tear to my eye.The audio went dead... I just shot a load in my pjs. As I had time to reflect I could not decide if the talk was for getting their rocks off or if my wife really wanted a black baby in her belly.Karen got home at noon. She came in the house wearing the blue dress. She walks over to our bedroom and I follow. Our son is taking his nap. She places $500 in a saving book. You are not allowed to cum - not unless I give you permission.? Ariel’s mind reeled. What on earth did Miss Alt think was going to happen!? Not allowed to...to do that? She couldn’t imagine wanting to - not now!At a loss, but unable simply to stay kneeling at Miss Alt’s side after she had returned to her conversation, Ariel thought that she had better go to the dance floor and dance. That must be what she was expected to do, she thought, and...and she did like dancing. There were lots of. She said "when they start breaking over the cockpit to get a little concerned as then it would be harder to see" with a laugh.We ate lunch and played a couple of games of crib, Rick was cleaning up at the crib table, everyone kept mentioning how we couldn't even really feel the boat moving in the waves, every now and then the boat would lurch but that was it.Cathy came in and said "we picked up an S.O.S. on the radio, there is a sailboat back there that shouldn't be in this weather and they got. The warm, liquid, toothy taste of burger. She pulled Puss to her as the two battled their tongues together."Hey, tart! Don't you love me, too?" asked Dilly, pushing her face into the melee. "Giss tongue!"And there the three were, watched by Rosanne who liked a bit of tongue but not so much as the others, as they took tongue to cheek to tooth, and rubbed each others' backs as they did so, hands under each others' tee-shirts, until, a few minutes later, their tongues sore from the probing, they.