On he ran through the mean streets of the dingy neighborhood until he tripped and fell in a heap outside a darkened doorway. Ken crawled into the door...ay and curled into a fetal ball.Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one. Slowly I rubbed the ice cube on her belly and licked and sucked leaving her giggling in delight. And like she did earlier on I rubbed the ice cube on her pussy. "Aaaaah", she said, "aaah huh, aaah huh. Oooooooo, shit. Oh, that's so good." She felt even better once I began. I smiled at his and asked “so how do you like it? having sexy with a boy?” he kissed me “I like it, I like it a lot, I specially like you in your bra and panties” I smiled and kissed him and slowly made my way back to his cock to keep sucking him.as I sucked him he kept playing with my ass, I loved every second of it, “”I want to fuck your ass” he said I stopped for a second but kept sucking his cock “I really want your ass” he said as he slipped a finger inside of it. it made me jump, I kissed. Drink it all.” Stacey bent over and began lapping the milk, feeling increasingly naughty and submissive. “Milk is good for your bones,” Nat said, as she circled her, stopping behind her to grab a handful of the tight fabric covering her ass, and cut a large hole with scissors. She then carefully pinched a small piece of the rubber panties right at her opening, separating it from her body with the precision a surgeon may utilize, and also cut a smaller hole in those, nearly perfectly.