So he suggested that we brought it back to his home for dinner. I was a little naive to agreed upon his request. When i arrive to his house, we spent ...our time in his home-office where he show some of his travel photo to me. Thing are working out fine for us, we chat, we laugh and we share some updates on our life after the breakup (2years ago). I offered to wash the dish after we have done with the food. While i was washing, i heard small foot steps walking toward me from behind. The moment. I can't resist it anymore. My left hand wanders to my breast, gently massaging it. I sit up, take my light cotton tee off. Running my hands over my body, I unclip my black lacy bra and my breasts fall free. My hands go to my nipples. Squeezing them ever so gently. Soon they stand erect and tall. I slip my thumbs in the sides of my thong and slowly slide it down, revealing my completely bald pussy. I run my hand over the smooth skin. Not yet. Back up to my boobs. Squeezing them, I look at the. At the end of another story I wrote about these two, called “Threesome for a Hotwife,” Stephanie now wears a gold anklet on one of her legs that has a little, spade shaped charm on it, the capital letter “Q” in the center, to indicate that she is now a “queen of spades,” where she only really desires black men, especially those with big cocks.A different story - “After Work” - explains how and where she met Jackson, a black man in his early 20’s, who is athletic, fun (at least to her), and has. . After two long years of creative dry spell and a major writer's block that has prevented me from writing seriously, I have decided to try to continue this thread. Bear with me as attempt to get back into the mindset of the premise so the pacing of quality content might be a little slow.)A long time ago, a great immortal warrior named Skord brought down the rampaging Bardarim, the fabled Ender of Worlds. As reward from the Elder Deities, he was offered the place of a dead War God in the.