She was NOT going to fall in love with a dream. That was something twelve year old girls did. Not twenty something teachers. Squaring her shoulders sh... plastered a smile on her face and pushed the door to the dining room open. She ate a small amount and spoke to Iris of her dream, and learned of Cien. ~~~~~~~~~~ ‘Are ye all right, Lassie?’ Iris stood and came to stand next to me. I looked up at her, and knew I must have looked as stricken as I felt. ‘How far is that castle?’ ‘Within walking. . My unicorn. Perfection.I've been to adult book stores before with girlfriends and walked around looking at the stuff hanging on the walls and the movies for sale or rent. Always a bad selection, but fun. The best one I'd been to was a big place in Wilmington NC with my wife of several months. Beautiful women assisted us. Encouraged here to buy things. They were very fun! We didn't buy anything but made a few mental notes about things we liked and things we might get. When she suggested that. Rebecca! Rachel pulled up off of Joe’s shaft as she whipped her head to meet Rebecca’s eyes. Her mouth hung open, both from what she’d just been doing and from the exciting and arousing shock coursing her senses. Was Rebecca touching her? She was! Her head swam as she again became aware of how drunk she was. Why was Rebecca-? It felt so good though. She led out an audible half-gasp, half-moan as she felt her friend’s fingers pull away and graze over her nipple. She forgot completely about the. She was clearly a girl who strived to please. And the whole time they were fucking her, all night, they kept saying things to her, like calling her a little white slut, white whore, white bitch, wifey slutwife, white girl and talking to her about how much she loved and was a white slut whore for big black dick, big nigga dick, black cock, nigga cock, big nigga cock.... they repeated all that shit over and over all night. And my wife moaned like a whore every time they said it. Anyway, my wife.