He watched as she undid buckles, buttons, and his zipper, then sliding his trousers down leaving nothing but a pair of black silk boxers between her a...nd a peek at his manhood. Reaching in and freeing Mr. Crabtree’s beautiful member Gloria moaned, as she was finally able to hold this ebony prize in her hands. As she watched the contrast of her white hands against the pure blackness, she thought she might climax just from holding him. ‘Have you noticed yet that I modeled the inseminator after my. In one slow, unhurried move, he slid his hands down to my hips and pulled me onto his cock, filling me. I groaned, his cock buried deep inside me as he kissed me down my back and his hands found my swollen clit. I reached behind me and found his hips, and pulled him into me a little deeper. I heard him sigh, and felt him bite my shoulder lightly. I felt every inch of him sliding in and out of me and he started fucking me. Long, slow, teasing strokes. His hands running back up to my breasts as. ..“I know, but..She stopped as he took one of the bills and stuck it down the front of her jeans. She laughed, covered her face with both hands. He still held her belt as he calmly sipped cappuccino. Then he looked at his expensive looking wrist watch. “I need to take care of a few things at the office...How long will it take you to get an overnight bag and your passport, Kasia?“But I have not said yes...” she argued, with a broad smile on her face. “Yet, we both know that you want to...Are you. No, Amy and Sue aren’t dead. They’re still alive, beautiful, living in what was formerly my house, driving around in what was formerly my cars. Amy still teaches and Sue is attending a local college. I still pay the bills but I don’t interfere with the lives of the women. I know this sounds confusing, so I better get to the crux of my problem, the day it happened, the beginning of my nightmare. It was during the April vacation, April 19 to be exact and Amy’s birthday. She wanted to have a nice.