But Ian, I don’t think it will help. The coffee is getting cold like it always does when I’m typing away at my computer. You never seem to mind th...ugh, wrapped up in your own thoughts as you ask, ‘Want another cup?’ How different we are and how quiet the same. Your detachment almost complimentary to mine, even after all these years. Should we call it love? Why not? Yes, you always have a funny way of putting things, too. You’re funny. You always have a way of putting a smile on my face, knowing. The sight of his dark body and muscular chest, made me feel some wetness between my legs.Jerome ordered me to get down on my knees. He knew what I wanted to be: a white married slut hungry for a huge black cock. That was me, no doubt at all…I looked down and felt his hard cock through his pants. I touched it in my hands. I could not stand it anymore; I unzipped his pants and held that magnificent black piece between my fingers.As usual, I struggled to take him deep in my mouth, so big, so. "Don't be silly. It's only a twenty minute flight!" the stewardessteased back. "Baby, I wouldn't put anything past you--even on a twelve passengerplane in broad daylight!" "She's going to take a little longer. She's been shut up in a convent school with a lot of dried up nuns and a faggot-balling mother who's out to make damned sure she doesn't get her precious little cherrypopped. No wonder her old man took off. Who could live with a bitchlike that? I'll bet he's one helluva swordsman." "That. He could see she was ready and climbed between her legs, bringing his free hand to her hip as she guides his hard cock to her entrance, with that he plunged deep as her lips parted for their intruder she felt herself stretch further with every inch, he worked the entire length of his cock into her over the course of a few slow deep thrusts. When he had himself completely inside her tight hole, he savored her tight gripping vagina around him before withdrawing and beginning a thrusting.