She would just think I was a crazy nut. In fact, I've never told anyone about my ability until I told you." Greg answered, and then added with a small...laugh, "I was always afraid I might wind up in a padded room somewhere, if I told anyone about it." "I guess I should feel honored then, " Simon? said with a tiny giggle. Then more seriously she asked, "But why tell me, Greg?" Because my spidey sense told me something about you too, Simon?. I know I can totally trust you," Greg stated. Her breath was still raggedly uneven and her snowy body slightly shuddered as she tried to recover from the intense release… and the astonishing experience that she could barely comprehend. All she knew was that it had been incredible and otherworldly, seemingly impossible, yet achieved with a flowing, natural grace. Jasmine smiled tenderly at her mystical lover who had rolled off onto his side and trapped her protectively in his strong arms. He had done it very precisely, ensuring that he. Then I recalled some pieces of memories from the night before. I did not know how many black men had fucked me last night, abusing my mouth, pussy and asshole. I could remember just a little, because I had enjoyed many, many drinks as those black men teased me.It might have been several black bastards, because I could now smell like a well used hooker. My legs, thighs and pussy were tender and sticky with cum. I guessed I had passed out on the bed in the guest bedroom after all of the fucking.. But this..." She shook her head and ran her hand over her tummy again. "I'm going to be a mother. This is my baby." But the father—" He had his 15 minutes of pleasure, and made a biological contribution. I'm taking it from here." She said that with such finality that it was clear that the subject was closed."I like that bit about the dress code," Karen said. She was naked, just like everyone else, and faced one of the windows and cupped her breasts, mimicking waving them at the distant freeway..