...let's just say you owe me....nothing like some nice white pussy to share with my black brother," Earl was laughing as well."These ladies are hot.......how they ever going to go back to fucking white cock....I figure the only way to cure them is a good ass fucking...then maybe they won't want any more black cock....besides, I don't want any other brothers enjoying this shit," Earl said. This was my fear --- these two guys could get a little rough without my husband around. Surprising Stacy. It was her idea for me to stop by for crafts. She steps close, pushing me up against the table and says. So do my freckles turn you on. I feel her hand sliding up and cup my crotch. Slowly rubbing up and down getting my cock hard. Oh that feels nice, she says, as her fingers slide up and down my shaft. Then she leans in close and starts kissing my neck and whisper, Brenda knew how long it has been for me and knew you would take care of me. Holding the back of my neck she and I starts making. There is dust all over the place, most of the plants have died from thirst, a few are already beyond aid, but some seem to be still alive. The air is stale and the whole place smells like ghosts and memories. Vivid memories of yourself running around in this house ever since you were a child. Memories of your mother and father, the way they looked, smelled, acted and sounded. Memories of your friends, and girlfriend, and they way you used to sneak in and out. All of it feels so long ago now. It. He quickly went into the kitchen to fix himself a snack when he noticed a not so familiar backpack on the table."Where have I seen that before?" Paul wondered a moment then remembered. "Father must be home."Paul's dad was an archeologist who had traveled all over the world. He hadn't seen him much over the years and enjoyed the quality time that they did spend together. Especially when his dad would bring him some present from another land."How are you Sport?" Paul's dad asked as he put down a.