‘There, there, now. There, there. Sit, have a seat. Relax. It’s a beautiful day,’ he said patting her shoulder. ‘Allow me to give you somethin... to drink or eat. What would you like? James,’ he said calling his butler. Jennifer looked up at the butler. ‘Water for me, please,’ she said. Michael waved off the butler who hovered over him. ‘Nothing for me. Thank you,’ said Michael to the butler and to Mr. Mozilo. He was so tanned. He was so well mannered. He was so polished. If she didn’t know he. Pennyworth pointed over to her pickup truck. Her, Mrs. Hall, and Mrs. Beauvois’s sons were all sitting on the tailgate kicking their legs next to Rob Parker. Mrs. Parker was leaning over in front of them, licking and sucking each one in turn, toying with their big young cocks.Mrs. Lane shook her head. “Goodness, what a hot little slut. She’s keeping them all to herself!”Hearing her, Mrs. Parker gave a muffled response around her son’s dick. Then she lifted her head, little strings of saliva. "I didn't tell Sophie it was okay to do this!"Elaine's eyes blazed. "What the fuck does it look like, idiot?" she retorted. "Your pretty blonde bride is trying her best to swallow the black monster cock that's about to stretch her hot little white pussy, and the only one who is going to tell Sophie what to do is the black bull who's going to own both of you. Welcome to the world of big black bulls and hot white wives, cucky boy. Now shut the fuck up, sit the fuck down, and watch Sophie's pussy. It’s just that I always liked women with curves and you’re shapely.”“Oh, so you like my hips, ass, and moobs,” giggled J.J.“Moobs,” Carl was puzzled.“Man boobs. My titties. Tatas.”“Yeah, they look nice and soft.”“So when are we gonna do this,” J.J. advanced the conversation.“You can come back to my place now.”“Well, let me drop this off and grab a bag,” he pleaded.“Okay.”After J.J. returned to vehicle carrying a backpack, the pair drove to Carl’s apartment. J.J. helped him unload the groceries.