I saw it once in a porn movie, and it was tempting, but I never got the chance.I was known as Easy Emily and I was kind of proud of that, slut that I ...as. Actually, I was kind of happy that no one knew my middle name; otherwise, I would have been Cathy the Cunt, and that would have pissed me off.To this day, I couldn't tell you who Melissa's grandfather is. It wasn't a question of whether it was A or B, or even C, but more like 'I haven't the slightest fucking idea.' It was just some guy. " Enjoymyself, I was just short of crying! Left nearly a mile from home, indrag!Luckily, the walk home was mainly via pathways through the woods. As thesun was setting by now, I figured that I was unlikely to meet up withanyone, and I hoped that the increasing darkness would hide at leastsome of my non-feminine attributes. My sense of despair was beingreplaced by fury as I set out to walk home. How could my wife do this tome? On top of it all, with dusk, it was starting to get cold! I wished. I told him how I was startled at first, a very large black man bursting in on twenty or so timid female workers. Well maybe I was the only timid one as most who I can say must of been in the know better then I started to cheer and the young gentleman. The next thing that caught my eye was the bell that was attached to his very stretched out banana sack. As he swung his hips the bell would ring upon hitting either his belly or to upper part of his round firm ass, a monster of a cock to be sure.. ” “Okay my cuck,” Sara smiled. “I love hearing you tell him that,” I shouted, “you know that I love being teased by things like that,” I went on, “Baby, I want you to kiss him if you want to when we are all out together and things like that.” “Okay baby, I will,” Sara said, “Doug is popping over to bring some of his clothes here.” Doug arrived about thirty minutes later; Sara kissed him as she opened the door. He was excited and screamed, “ I love you.” “Doug wants’ us to go to dinner.