“I've been doing this the last two weeks.” I grasped Daddy's cock, offering it to her. “You should do it, Mommy.”She smiled and shook her head... “No, no, honey. Wake him up. Show me how much of a good girl you are for Daddy.”My pussy clenched at her words. I leaned down, breathing in Daddy's musk, thick with the scent of dried cum. I licked up his cock, gathering the traces of silvery, dry jizz, wetting his dick as I rose to the spongy tip, I swirled around it, stroking his dick, feeling it. I wondered how those who had sent millions to their deaths and made widows and orphans in abundance could be made to feel the full fury of the law. Oh yes, the victors had brought the vanquished to trial at a place called Nuremberg, but who would bring the vanquisher to trial? It would be the victors who wrote the history of those times and as someone has written, ‘Man is able to find endless justifications for all his deeds.’ My poor defence lawyer had little to sustain him in his task. He. So we finish our beers and chat some more. After another beer and finishing our cigars he suggests we go to his place for a night cap. Feeling like a school girl, I almost jump out of my chair.I follow him to his townhouse, stomach filled with butterflies, thinking I am finally going to have that discreet friend and wondering what my first black dick will be like!! We enter chatting like old friends! He pours two bourbons and tells me that this is going to happen tonight, if I don’t want it. . eight ... seven ... six ... five ... four ... three ... two ... one ... zero."Melissa's hands fly to her pussy, one plunging its fingers deep inside and the other rubbing her clit. She fucks herself madly and within a few seconds cums hard. "Ohhhh fuckkkkk!" she screams.I slow my rubbing, pressing on my mound as I watch Melissa's massive orgasm. She keeps going, and it looks like she's going to cum again. "Ahhhh, yessss," she yells, flooding her hand and the couch.Tara looks at me and says,.