“That's good”, she answered with a smile. “I mean, after dark it's way to dangerous outside for a cutie like you, ain't it, Layla?” She chuckl...d.I took another step back, and felt the cabinets wall in my back.Katie reached me, and casually grabbed my hand. I tried to pull it away, but she didn't let go.I was scared now. Really scared.Katie leaned forward, her red lips reached my ear. “Time to have some fun, Lucy”, she whispered.Then she grabbed me. One of her soft hands was covering my mouth,. Excuse me sir but wat makes you think that im going to let you fuck me i say .He grabbed my head as he looked into my eyes then he started kissing me sticking his tounge in my mouth .I pulled away trying to look shocked but he knew i wanted it .He pushed me down on my knees and thats when i pulled out the biggest fattest black monster cock i have ever seen .Know he says to me you fucking slut suck my cock ,well i had no choice he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his black monster in my. We read stories until the wee hours of the morning again and continued after we woke up at about noon on Sunday. We talked openly about what turned us on most about the stories and agreed on most facets of them. We both like the detailed descriptions and views of those moments when the black men ejaculate into the white wives, or even into the mouths of the cuckold husbands. That imagery is so powerful and plays right into the primal urges issues that I mentioned earlier.We looked at many other. “It’s beautiful to see how things develop,” he sighed and started to think back. He met Tom and Mary about fifteen years ago, when he had just arrived in Taylorsville. Brianna must have been eight or nine at that time. Frank met them during the local 4th of July fest—an evening of music in the park, followed by some amazing fireworks. Frank couldn’t remember if they had taken the kids or not. “Probably,” he mumbled. Frank and his friends arrived a bit late and the only decent spot left was.