Some porn would be fine to spend the afternoon alone at bed.I checked out one about an interracial couple: a very large muscular black man was going v...ry rough with a little white woman. It even appeared her cuckold husband filming the whole brutal fucking action…I then recalled some of my encounters with Jerome and how he treated me. The black man in the screen suddenly slapped the woman across the face and I felt myself squeezing my legs together tightly; getting even wetter.He was making her. "Your apartment was broken into," Mitch said. "He needs to interview you." My apartment?" Kris looked obviously curious. "I have an apartment?" You live in New York City," said Connel. "Everybody there has an apartment." And he didn't say I did anything ... wrong?" Are you SURE you don't want to talk to me about whatever it is that's eating at you?" asked Mitch. It wasn't his interrogator's voice he was using. It was just one man asking another man if he wanted to get something off his. "Well, come on, we have to see your wife right now!" What's happened?" he puffed, as he rushed along by my side. But I was distracted for a moment by the most delicious sensation as a cool breeze wafted up the skirt of my powder blue shirt dress and caressed my thighs. I got goose pimples all over. "Hmmmm?" I said dreamily."I said 'What's happened?'" he repeated. "Do you know what happened to Hamlet?" Sure," I said. "Call him." What?" Call your dog." What the...oh, never mind. Here, Hamlet!. Her became nightmares.So real.So painful.Yet -- very exciting.Kelli felt the dampness between her thighs. She had cum in her sleep!As she finished applying her makeup she made one final check on her outfit for the day and adjusted the hem of her dress to ride closely with the new satin slip she purchased. The slit on the side showed a nice portion of her well shaped thigh as she took several steps around the room.Kelli took a route through the East End and drove by the tattoo parlors. She had.