Chrissie started to stroke him eagerly through the towel her hands moving more and more confidently. Her breathing was getting heavier and face was fl...shed. She was murmuring something under her breath. I couldn’t hear it properly, but could pick out the odd word. Like cock… black…. Fucking… Gorgeous… “Have you seen a black cock before?” Clive slowly whispered in her ear. “No, I’ve never even met a black guy properly till now.” “Is it something that turns you on, Chrissie?” Clive asked as he. He laughed and stood up, taking a swing at me. I had a good three-inch reach advantage, and had about 40 pounds on him. My first punch shortened his nose with an audible crunch, and my second extracted a couple of teeth. My right knee guaranteed he wouldn't be fucking anyone soon, and he managed to stagger out the still-open front door.I looked over at Connie, who was crying and shaking."Connie, are you OK?" Yeah, thanks to your timing."I got her an ice pack for her cheek, which was bruising up. I rest to enjoy the warm wet welcoming velvet of your pussy wrap itself around every nook and cranny of my cock. It's like your pussy is a glove made to exude excruciating ecstasy over my cock. I lean into you and press my weight onto you just enough to make you feel incredibly safe and secure as I kiss you like you have never been kissed before. We slide up onto the bed and get lost in our embrace. Neither of us moving, not wanting to ruin the perfection of our union. The rock of the train. I had glared down at the dazzling diamond on my left finger when I met him and had decided to take the path most dangerous, and also most traveled.The pain that life wasn't what it promised to be, what I'd wanted, and that I'd gone along with it with eyes wide open was far more terrifying. And interesting. I could turn around and fuck another man and feel only a faint burn of regret that Mark would finally have proof I could be a villain, too. What did that say about any of us?When I parked my.