I imagined his dick entering Jennie’s butt. That thought made me dizzy.-OK, – I said. – But I guess she won’t agree to it.-Then you gotta talk...her in.-No, guys, you do it yourself. But generally, I have nothing against your suggestion. But… Don’t slap her across the face. She’s my woman, anyway.-She is a bitch, so it’s OK. – He replied.Man, I can’t believe it! They thought my wife to be a hooker! Well, let them think so.-Anyway, be careful with her, do you hear me, man?-Don’t worry, dude. –. He collapsed with his lungs fit to burst, in a hollow within a wooded copse and lay panting, not daring to look as the image of the severe woman and the her emasculated males haunted his mind.He felt a breeze on his back, and looked up to see the trees waving softly, a blind panic setting in as a black craft passed slowly overhead, then sent leaves and small debris circling around him as it landed close by. He played dead for a good five minutes, not daring to move as his ears strained to hear. The sight of this little bitch’s wet cunt and the sound of her little moans as she wigged in bed was too much, for Mama, she drives her face into that pussy like a starving woman. Mama’s tongue begins to lap at the clit before her and she fingers the bitch. Suddenly the slut goes off like a rocket and Mama’s face is drenched. The cookie tries to close her legs but Mama has just started, she’s not going to get away that easy. Mama dives back in but this time she alternated between quick hard. A few hours later, I was pulling into the parking lot of a local beach town, filled with nervous excitement to be meeting Curtis for the first time. “Curtis?” I asked as I approached him. He was tall, over six feet, with a cropped haircut and a close-cropped beard. He was young and cute and had a killer smile, beautiful lips, and perfect white teeth. We walked and talked on our way to the restaurant and continued our conversation through dinner. After dinner, we took a walk along the beach and.