There was only supposed to be one. Charity had baked two cakes. One of which we were taking to Lisa's with us. The other cake, Charity was supposed to...have taken to the shelter with her.It was just another one of those little details that had slipped her mind, reminding me that maybe she was working too hard. But then again, perhaps it was just her memory that was lacking. After all memory is a function of the mind and I had fucked her brains out that morning.The recent sex had bonded me even. It was sudden and took me by surprise, he slid deeply into my openness, fucking me with more power than I had experienced, his length assaulting my cervix, never so deep in our past lovemaking, this was different, he was fucking me with power, so much power I started cumming, I gripped him with every sinew and muscular contraction, until the telltale warmth, started spreading, he was cumming a second time, and I was cumming with him, the ultimate fuck between lovers, I sobbed, thank you. See how well defined her muscles are? Her skin so soft and velvety looking.”“Do those thighs excite you? Do you want to feel her legs wrapped around you? Her black skin against your white.”“Can you see her ass? Her fine black ass?”This time the pastor’s wife whimpered and shook her head. I knew Mom’s beautiful butt was hidden from her gaze due to the positions of these two women.“Look! Her pussy! Isn’t it just inviting you to kiss it?”Back to nodding fervently.“When her cunt lips are pulled. Like spanking, it’s about being in control – if any of us had power over someone else would we abuse it? Of course we would.Deepa looked too young to be a mother and divorced. She was pretty, but rough as well. You could see she’d had a hard life. Her clothes were a little torn and faded, and she looked as though she needed a good wash. Her complexion was dark – which I like – and she was small and a little thin. Properly cared for she would be a good looking girl. Unfortunately this girl who.