Thick jism bubbled out of the flared head of the ponycock and she lapped it up, sticking her tongue out and letting the thick, bubbly pony slime drip ...ff of it. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed, smiling somehow through her thick, creamy, sticky lips.*** "See? Wasn't that easy?" LaKeneisha's question seemed somehow rhetorical. Filming was done and she and Sasha were in the fetid, stale-urine-scented bathroom of the trailer behind the little house, each of them clutching. Where were the scruples about him being married? I reasoned with myself that this was one time I was going to be entirely selfish: I wanted him. It was pure, animal lust. He wouldn't be getting into my head. He would be a hedonistic treat to myself, then I'd return to being the responsible person I normally was. I had no qualms whatsoever; in fact, I was excited enough to cautiously share my plans with a couple of my closest friends. Hitherto, he'd been my secret. Their reactions were. ‘But you probably picked a very safe place to protect Hope so do not change it on my account. Another room would be nice!’ ‘Of course.’ Our discussion, for a few long minutes, became one of scheduling, times and cautionary advice. I even told her to bring a bar of soap from home – her usual. Though I was relatively new to the cheating game, I did most of the talking. All was set for the following Friday week – it was Thursday. ‘Where are you now?’ I asked not ready to end our conversation. The. Kerry sat down, scraping her chair back loudly to get Shanes attention. When she was sure he was looking at her, she ‘clumsily’ knocked her knife off of the table. “Oops!” She giggled, bending over the chair to get to it. One foot lifted off the floor, and her skirt rode up, giving Shane a good view of her panty-clad bum. Once she was sure he had seen enough, she grabbed her knife and stood back up, her skirt covering her bum once more, and she saw Shanes eyes dart away. They ate in silence for.