That's when I came. "Oh my god." "You like that Sloane?" "Yes. Do it again. Please, do it again." Each time felt better than the last. My moans echoed...throughout the house. I wouldn't have been surprised if the neighbors could hear me. The image of Carter shoving his big black dick inside of me then ferociously taking it out was so hot. Carter was fucking me so well I could feel another orgasm fast approaching. I started playing with my tits. I pinched my nipples and pushed my boobs together.. “What if it was with a 40-year-old stud who you fancied the pants off?” he asked.My heart skipped a beat. “W-what do you mean?” I asked.“Susan.” He placed my hands in his large, masculine hands, “I see the way you look at me. And to be honest, I feel the same!”I was speechless. Yes, I liked him, but for him to feel the same way?“I can’t… I need to get home to Barry.” I quickly said.“You mean the loser who can’t satisfy you?” he retorted.I looked down in confusion. Was it wrong of me to look. She even completed the real estate course to become a real estate agent but she had never taken the licensing exam.Carl was sitting in the living room working on the computer when she walked in and sat next to him. He had sent Marie out shopping when she threw a minor tantrum, telling him that she was bored and if she didn't get out of the suite she was going to jump out of the window. Becca did not speak right away and he continued to work to give her whatever time she needed."Carl, can I talk. “Robert Chase?” She yelled over the lawn mower at the man who looked quite a lot like how she imagined Tad Chase would look in another thirty or forty years. He turned off the mower.“Yes, erm ... Contessa?” He replied. He’d read up a bit on the country his son was working in and recognized its ruler. That he kept his hands on the mower and wasn’t reaching for anything told Helen that she didn’t have to command him not to just yet, so she didn’t. She had another antidote kit in her purse just in.