She is an white version of a barbie doll. I'm 31, tall and thin. I love her with all my heart, but, wanting to see her fuck another man keeps my life ...n turmoil. Working keeps my mind occupied, but, I still have a lot of free time to devise ways to change her mind.About three months ago, a black couple about our ages moved in across the street. We had talked a few times, and they seemed really nice. I found out Tom and I worked at the same factory, but, in a different departments. Since we live. I was working at physical therapy six or more hours a day. I was working in the store four hours a day where I practiced sleight of hand. I graduated from wheelchair to walker to crutches. Lisa worked right alongside me. Every exercise I did, she did twice. She was determined that she would be as fit as was required for an excursion on Chaos. When I was working at Shannara, Lisa took instruction in self-defense and Tai Chi. Not to be outdone, Cadence also took martial arts. Twice a week, all. Being in my house also meant that I didn’t need to wear shoes, but the boys always liked me in heels. I picked out a pair of simple black heels to finish the outfit. In keeping with my minimalistic theme, I decided to ditch the thong and let my pussy enjoy the fresh air.Once I was satisfied with the way I looked, I went downstairs to put the finishing touches on dinner. It was around 9 when the door bell rang. I answered the door and it was Nick. God, we had so much fun the other night. I gave. I leaned over and captured her left side in my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue washing every inch of the sensitive flesh. Cherie moaned as her hands cradled my head, imprisoning me willingly. Her breasts smelled of Chanel No.5, making my cock swell. “Well, my Prince,” she said, “I’m awake now. What more do you intend to do with me?” Unzipping her skirt, she wriggled out of it, revealing chocolate covered thigh high panty hose and cream colored panties, complete with a damp patch in the front..