I surely missed the taste of pussy honey. But I was way ahead of myself.My wife was a wonderful lover for the first fourteen years of our marriage. Al...shia was a beautiful African American. For years I thanked the powers to be for allowing us to meet and fall in love. It was love at first sight for me. Alishia took a lot of persuading; hell I won’t even mention her dysfunctional family. The fact that I was white didn’t help. Her peers suggested it wouldn’t last. After two years of pleading. "No, I think I like them the way they are," Dave told me, "gives me and Jack something to do on the journey." It is a public coach," I told them, "you can't get away with the kind of fun we have on our own team coach." So, you had better keep quiet then unless you want to attract attention," Dave told me.They started undoing the buttons on my dress, taking turns to undo the next. Jack turned to the elderly man near him."You don't mind if we have some fun, do you?" he asked. "The lady does have. Remember, Mari: It was then the beginning of the Brazilian vogue. However, we intellectual feminists were not going to shave our pubes child-like bare to please child-girl fixated males. The dark triangle, a third up your flat stomach, with your marvellous legs, so kissable tits and proud face completed for me the picture of a desirable woman. I thought my body, compared to yours, was insipidly ordinary.I am thrilled now that you enjoyed the afternoon we were nude together not only as much as I. The door handle was there a foot before her and opened up to her touch effortlessly. A flickering light bathed her in a reddish glow. As quietly as the woman could, she entered the large cavernous room and closed the door behind her.A scream sounded from some dingy corner where she saw a four-foot cubed cage with a naked child within. Its eyes were open wide with fear and bewilderment. The child was reaching for Jane with one hand through the tight bars. Multitudes of small stringy black.