Javon drove to a 'recreation area' that was nothing more than a fishing pond and with some picnic tables and a barbecue pit which, on a Wednesday even...ng, was deserted. As he parked the car, I pulled up my leg letting my skirt ride up and lowering my gaze gave him this sultry grin, “Whaddya gonna do.. molest me?”One black hand caught the back of my neck pulling my face to his as the other pushed roughly between my legs, shoving its way up under my behind. It what was becoming his signature move. With that, my shy wife Anna-Karin began to undulate her fine brown abdomen right there in the dimly lit shop, clashing the small cymbals on her fingers together to some eastern rhythm . She shook her breasts and danced the way her instructor had taught her."Very good! Very good...you have learned well my girl!" he said to my wife, slapping her playfully and lecherously on the bare abdomen almost as if I were not there in the room...."but you are not truly relaxed. Put your hands behind you head. Let me make you…’ Guy: ‘Can’t stay sweetheart. Late. (Pulls on pants) Will call you.’ Then comes the worst part, the part she hates, the part the guy doesn’t give a second thought to. It’s when Cinderella reverts to pumpkinhood. So ends a Princess’s dream. Not fair! Even pumpkins wish for storybook endings. And I’ve tried! I’ve left a glass slipper here, a perfumed handkerchief there. But alas, no prince. Princes lived once – in olden days! They worked thatched cottages of quaint English. My chin pressed inside her cunt too and she loved the chin at the bottom and my nose at her clit while my tongue was lapping her juicy interior. Mother was riding my face now and by the sound of her soon to be coming. When she did I was amazing at the flood of juices that flowed into my mouth. There was so much I was actually drinking it. She put her hands around my head and held my face tight against her cunt as she continued writhing on it. It took a good five minutes for the storm to.