He must have been doing this finger fucking of mywife’s pussy for sometime because his hand was drippingwet from my wife’s pussy juice til... the knuckles.Being a good faithful loving husband, I should havepulled his black hand and fat fingers out of my wife’slovely hairy cunt… but I was only thinking from myspongy, purple cock head so I thought let him enjoyjust a few more minutes. The poor black man was anywayso sincerely doing his job. Then I concentrated on. ” Faye’s ride Vanessa’s stretched limo was right outside the stage door and we got in. The screen rose to separate the driver from us and we sat, Catherine with her back to the driver, Vanessa and I facing her. Van’s hand slid into the top of my dress and she squeezed my nipple and kissed my mouth, her tongue slithering into me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Catherine kneel on the floor of the car and Van’s legs spread as Catherine’s head disappeared under her dress. Van whispered, “She’ll. "Jen carefully slid the sheer stockings up her legs. She had to be extra careful because the stockings were old, and already had some runs in them. She smoothed the stockings over her legs, then attached the welts to the garters. She stood up and stepped into her heels. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. She still couldn't believe what they were going to do tonight, and what she was wearing.Jen was wearing the lingerie that she had worn on her wedding day, under her wedding dress. Ivory. For six weeks Aldous met with monks from the citadel, giving them access to all of the sources used to compile the lists, in the end the monks agreed with the scholars, the lists had become static, these were the nine. ‘How would I take it being told that everything I knew about the world was a lie, and that it was up to me to become…more than I had ever thought possible’ Aldous thought as he walked across the tarmac to the waiting C-130. The interior of the plane was crowded, filled to.