I couldn’t just stand there gawking at him though. At first his tongue was like a warm pink hummingbird, fluttering about and fanning my desire with his wings, further rousing my imagination as he thrust it in-and- out, side-to-side. Black porn “The engine is running so why don’t you sit inside and turn up the heat. Sally-Ann’s Rain Man
By beagle9690
October 2012
‘I should know better than to try and change it myself” were my thoughts, ‘particularly in the midst of this torrential deluge. Butler, it’s my turn. Since you never wager I bet myself double or nothing and won. I took a big chance with him during coffee. She did it to placate her new bastard of a husband and to punish me for leaving home the way I did at sixteen; my step-dad initially taking the telephone call, calling me a whore, before handing the telephone to my mother the first time I called from New York City; but I digress.
