You should see how good my black cock looks fucking your white ass. You're going to make daddy come. Is that what you want? Tell me bitch. Is that wha...t you want?" Yes, yes," I said breathlessly. "Fill me with come."I thrust my buttocks backward. I felt the slap of his heavy balls and the prickle of his pubic hair. He was totally inside me. I had taken him all in. I felt a sense of complete satisfaction and surrender. I was his. I felt his hand reach down to my wet crotch and heard him grunt and. I could see how her pussy was griping his cock as he pulled it out. He would pull his hard cock almost all the way out. His cock was glistening wet with her pussy juice and I could see the pink inside her pussy. He then put his hands on her shoulders and started thrusting faster and more roughly. They were both grunting with each thrust. I thought about Mrs. Cooke, what if she comes down the stairs, she could look into the kitchen and see them. After thinking about it I realized that his wife. ” One look around the room and I realized that, indeed, everyone was aware of what was about to happen. Not just aware but looking forward to it. Everyone but Carol and she looked like she wanted to be anywhere but in this room right now. The old man stood and moved over to the chair in the middle of the room. It was a straight-backed dining room chair and he sat down, patting his right knee. Slowly Liz shuffled over to him and began to lay down over his lap. He blocked her with his arm and. I ordered the surf and turf with a baked potato, asparagus spears, and the house salad.For myself, I got the porterhouse, baked potato, green beans with almonds, and a spinach salad with Roquefort dressing.Pyx whispered something in Vonda's ear.Vonda laughed. "No, no. Surf and Turf means seafood and steak together. In your case, it's lobster tail and fillet mignon."Pyx nodded, but I could tell she was still mystified on what she was about to eat.While we were eating our salads, Rod dropped by.