" She smiled at him.He frowned. "Why?" I don't know really, something to do with maintaining my body." She seemed to consider a moment. "I think that ...y need to be in my crate will go down over time."She brightened. "Besides Stan, I'd never be able to live with myself, and I really do mean that, if I was in your bed and you were on a couch. I'd feel ashamed, humiliated, and upset." She paused again, as if taking inventory. "Yes, that's exactly what I'd feel, ashamed, humiliated and upset. No,. .. shit... Greg... It's me." Um, okay...and who exactly are you?" Greg, it's me J...." I was almost able to get it out, and I was at least ableto stop myself before saying Kimberly Leigh Noel. "Greg, I don't know whathas happened, but I can't even say my name anymore. It's me your bestfriend. You were my best man. I was with you that time when we got arrestedfor peeing in the back alley of that bar in New Orleans, remember." Jack, wait... what the fuck? Is this some kind of joke? Seriously. She let her arms slip down her sideand revealed her two magnificent twin orbs.Malcolm licked his thick black lips as he stared inlust at the beautiful blonde wife. Traci was not hisfirst white pussy but he hoped that she wouldn’t be hislast but the cancer was beginning to eat away at him atan accelerated pace. Fortunately it hadn’t affected hishuge black cock from getting an erection. The old black man bent forward towards his lovely preyand slowly pulled her panties down her long. As Treva licked all around and mostly on my clit, Isiah plunged deep into my pussy and began to fuck me with a more furious pace than he had before. It made me stop eating Treva’s pussy, something I didn’t think was easily possible, as I moaned and then screamed out loud. Isiah’s 11”, thick black cock was incredible. Seriously, how perfect could a cock be? Long, thick, hard and it had a way of hitting every pleasurable spot when it went in & out of my pussy. The sensation of him drilling me.