He sat up and smiled.“I see it runs in the family, how about you get on your hands and knees, and see if you can take a cock like your slut of a sis...er.”Ronda smiled, I think she liked it as much as I do. I love it when he calls me names, and spanks me. He smacked her ass, and then kissed her pussy, and slid his tongue over her ass, and then bit her left ass cheek.Ronda moaned out, and smiled, as my husband slid his cock, deep into my sisters pussy. I became so wet, and horny, I started to rub. It wasn’t that he was much older than she’d thought—she had no real expectation. Nor was it the fact that he was handsome in a mature sort of way, despite the thin, salt and pepper hair. She just hadn’t anticipated that he’d be black… ‘What I’m interested in is your mental attitude, your aptitude to be a successful model. Believe me, Kirsten, many young women like you have aspirations but few have what it takes.’ He walked across to the padded table beside her chair and rested his hands on the. The warmth of his hand enclosed the base of my cock, directing it away from my body and out toward him, his breath cool and sharp on its soaked and swollen tip. Then at once the smooth, wet warmth of his mouth engulfed the head and I nearly recoiled at how wonderful it felt. My back arched impulsively and my pelvis thrust upward, making him take me further into his mouth. My moans of pleasure immediately entwined with each laboured breath as Christian began to suck me expertly, lovingly. His. Peace!Andrew was on a run, and it wasn't the good kind of run. In fact it wasthe very, very bad kind of run. The kind where you lose everything.That doesn't matter if most of everything you've got has already gone,though. So in truth, he wasn't sure he even cared.He'd recently divorced his wife of 10 years, his job was a dead endfactory labor one re-manufacturing and then reassembling engines that hadoriginally been built in the 1960's, he was pushing 40, and really, therewasn't really much.