That was followed by fresh roasted corn on the cob that was stripped of it’s charred husks in front of my eyes and plunged into a vat of bubbling ho... butter. Memories of eating corn on the cob at my Mother’s table came back to me, and for a moment I was sent backwards nearly 50 years in time. The grounds of what is normally a very quiet park on a modest bluff overlooking the Mississippi River, was covered with life. People on the ground, on blankets, sitting on coolers, and others just milling. Cum dripped from her chin. Cum. Cum slid down her forehead. Cum streaked her hair. She tasted cum. Breathed cum. Cum pooled in the cups of her pretty pink bra. Cum soaked her pink slip making it translucent. Cum.Cum blinded her. Trying to get a cum free breath she wondered who might still be in the room. The last Tanya had seen of Miss Candy, Miss Candy was sitting in Mr Hulls lap laughing happily at something he was whispering in Her ear while assorted men leisurely milled about their sissy. A privileged white girl raised in an upper-middle class family sheltering her from any interaction with men like himself. She likely professed racial equality but had never practiced it in her own bed.Reggie had found their ad for a boarder on Craig's List. For a young couple without any c***dren, this was far more house than they needed. He surmised that it was likely a greedy gamble they had made during the housing bubble, now leaving them in financial trouble.A shrewd businessman from d**g. I love the sight of feet in fully fashioned stockings and she seemed to know it. There she was, a spunk covered harlot, taunting me with her nylon covered toes. The fucking slut opened her legs as far as they would go and, half delirious with lust, moaned, ‘Please get it up inside me’. I lifted her buttocks up off the chaise long and a thick stream of spunk oozed out of her. No need for lube this time, but as I penetrated her once again I was amazed to find her asscunt to be just as tight as.