Then Becky released the van and stepped back, letting the front tires crash to the ground. LaToya was paralyzed with fear as Becky stared at her while...she walked to the sliding door on the side of the van. “Let me in,” she demanded. “I want ice cweam!”“Don’t unlock the door,” a boys cried. “She hates us all. You saw what she did to Johnny.”“Do what she says or she’ll kill us,” another pleaded. “She’s stronger than all of us together.”“I’m going to give you to the count of thwee,” Becky. "Hello, my love. You look so beautiful." Hello, my love. I've missed you." I need to taste you. I know you thought I'd do that first, but you were so perfect I had to be inside you. I couldn't wait." It was a shock, but so right. In the middle of an orgasm like that ... my love ..." I was unable to continue as his hot lips, and tongue descended on me, licking and sucking in a way I knew so well and craved so often. Somehow his hands were everywhere, stroking my breasts, plunging one, then two,. For all I knew, someday, if he tried hard enough, he could find me once again by just following my scent no matter where I was. I probably had the same chlorine and sunshine smell that he did, but slightly more feminine. I wondered what I smelled like, how I tasted and felt to him. At times, I wished we could trade places just so I could know what it was like to be in his skin, to think his thoughts and to know how he felt about me. I also wanted him to know how he felt to me, the solid. " Then she got up and removed her nightgown. I couldn’t believe it. My wife was going to fuck her black lover right in front of me. Usually, when they made love, my wife would make me sit alone in the guest bedroom, where I could hear what they were doing but couldn’t watch. She always bound my hands behind my back with handcuffs so I couldn’t masturbate while they made love to one another. Jim roughly pulled his cock out of my mouth after my wife had laid on her back on our couch. Then Jim got.