Standing in his boxers, she shooes him off to brush his teeth and wash his face.Coming back to the bedroom he noticed she had folded and hung all his ...lothes over the back of the chair beside the bed. All neat and tidy.She pulls back the covers, inviting him in beside her.Running her fingers through his hair, he's lulled to sleep quickly by the feeling. The smell of clean sheets and her aroma are the last things he remembers before drifting off to sleep.He awakens in the morning to find her. I couldn't look away as the sexy Mr. Kennedy rammed his ebony girth in and out of my pussy. He stretched me open so wide. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my pussy. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a bull. He had such stamina. His cock filled me up.“Goddamn, I love married, white cunt!” He snarled. “Your husband doesn't fuck you like this, does he?”“No!” I moaned, saying what I had to make sure my daughter won. My pussy ached, his. She was, by chance, also a long time heating oil customer. Yes, we had fucked, enduring, that night at the Candy Lady’s house party after I’d fixed her oil burner’s plugged up nozzle. It was a different kind of furnace man service this time extending my penis to seven neighbor ladies who loved to knit.Mrs. Jordan was part of the hilarity calling themselves ‘P.I.N.G’, the plugged in nozzle gang, following my work fixing the Candy Lady’s furnace.My partner Gordon and I had worked on the Jordan’s. I could hand the original over to Detective Lee,” Xenora threatens. “He seems to be gunning for your family.”Bridget looks up at the creature. Her lovely face has gone from bright red embarrassment to bone white fear. “Please, don’t do that. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am. The humiliation alone would be too much for me to take.”Xenora nods in understanding. “There is another option that I might be willing to consider.”“Anything as long as this doesn’t go public!”Taking the paper from.