I can assume she does not own any?" Cassandra asked."Yes." Does she have big feet or really long legs?" She is my height and can wear my tennis shoes,... Lance reported.Cassandra had him remove his tennis shoes and she checked out the size listed inside. She disappeared through the curtains and returned with a sealed package of black nylon stockings.She opened the package and withdrew one them and showed one of them to Lance.Lance was hard as a rock and couldn't wait to get them home. Cassandra. My sensual wife answered him that she was really a very happy married slut; fully satisfied with her beloved hubby, who fucked her cunt so well; but sometimes she did not like to waste the chance of tasting other man’s cock.Especially if it was a young, very hard, thick and huge black cock…Ana told me the black guy was done; but she was still very horny and could not wait to get home and have a passion night with me in our marital bed.She wanted to feel relaxed right now and the black cop was. The way that we are, not as living people but as two connecting beings, recognizing the preexisting traits and qualities in the other that we knew to have in ourselves all along, bringing them out. Sharpening them, honing them. Puzzle pieces fitting together. That sort of thing. Not depending on the exterior world as it changes and evolves to a new level of perversion or when my face sags so much that you cannot tell whether I am smiling or otherwise. Poverty or war, oppression, death or global. .?" Well this is one of them!" And with that she shoved it in Becca's tight cunt. Showing no mercy she began to pump it in and out of her, twisting it around as she pulled it out past her lips and then down again, stuffing it deep inside her tiny cunt."Fuck Chrissie! Oh my God!" cried Becca, the dildo feeling amazing, her senses so much more intense with her imagination taking over her loss of vision.In, out, in, out, in, out, went the dildo. Chrissie couldn't tell how long it was, only that it.