Please know that, as repugnant as the story becomes, we felt it necessary to preserve Carol’s words exactly, so as to keep the most accurate record ...possible. We apologize in advance for any discomfort this may cause the reader.Ann: So, where did you meet this n ... this black man?Carol: Oh, he’s the produce manager down at the supermarket where I go most of the time. You know, that place has the best produce this side of Atlanta! I think they get it local. Oops, sorry, so um, yeah, met him at. Reaching further back to her pussylips, she felt around for any sign of seepage.She was amazed to discover that Comet was plugging her cunt perfectly. There was no sign of his cum leaking out of her as long as his knot remained plugged in her."Oh god! Comet," she groaned. "It's like we were made for each other."She began humping back against his groin, trying to entice him to resume fucking her. But as most dogs do, he just stopped and stood there, motionless, while he emptied his balls in his. Every moan and whimper that escapes her lover increases her own desire and need. “I’m gonna cum… yes… yes…” Jen cries out as her heels dig into the bed her hips arch hard into Malory’s face. Malory moans into her lover’s pussy licking and sucking up her wonderful nectar. When Jen comes back down from her orgasmic high she says, “Mmm damn love what got into you?” Malory kisses her way up her body saying, “You looked so beautiful sleeping I had to have you what can I say.” “Untie me love?” . I’ll give you another example. I was at a restaurant the other day, and I wanted to see the waitress’ tits. She looked like she was packing some huge knockers under that buttoned-up shirt, but I couldn’t just wish for her to whip them out. Damn Babylonians keep trying to cock-block me with their free-will bullshit. So I had to do something like this: I wish this was a topless restaurant.What happened next was hilarious: the waitresses, thankfully all young and pretty enough, were looking at.