I rummage around while noticing the tent in your grey sweatpants.I find a black spandex thong that feels so nice and pull it out. You leave to refill... our wine glasses while I change. When you return, I'm kneeling beside the bed with her things on. You can see my thick bear cock jabbing out from inside the black spandex thong.Setting down the wine glasses, you walk up to me. I grab the front of your sweatpants, and tugging them down pull out your stiff uncircumcised penis. The foreskin is. I was devastated. Here I was, with lotion on my leg, on a couch, wtf?. So, I went to my room and passed out of boredom and disappointment. Hours passed and it was about 11, when I heard someone walking in the house. It was Dave, he dropped his keys on the counter and turned on the tv, forgot it was loud and turned it down. I waited a bit, and when I got up I opened my door slightly to see what he was up to. He was watching porn, I saw his cock on his hand, another hand under his shirt rubbing. As he looked pleased at her throbbing vagina oozing his black seed he felt like a conqueror, thinking to himself I’ll bet this is some new LT, even though it was frowned upon he loved fucking female officers. Making them his by night and then scared in the halls or at the chow hall. But they always came back. Satisfied Terence believed he had just added another black cock hungry slut to his stable.That thought just passed through his mind when he heard a rapping at his living room window. He. ." It's all about how you wear it. I know. I know," Peter replied,finishing her sentence, as he tilted his head to the side."Smart girl. You learn quickly, but, just so you know, don't act likeyou're any smarter than me or you'll be out there in nothing but abanana skirt when you do your costume change. Is that clear, MissBaker."'Wouldn't be my first time out there in one', Peter thought with a smilebefore he replied, "Miss Baker?" It's more a more fitting name for a flapper than Peter or.