“You scared? The big-shot detective scared of little me?” “You are….” “Do me,” she whispered, spreading her legs. Pushing the thong asid...e, spreading her lips. Looking to his erect penis. “Fuck me, hard.” Bumfelt did. He took his holstered Sig from his shoulders first and placed it out of reach on a cabinet. “You want it hard?” rasped Bumfelt, throwing her blouse open, pulling her bra down to reveal her small tits. “I’ll do you hard.” Bumfelt felt her nipples harden further under his lips. His. Then Anita asked me which size could reach that cock being hard and I have answered I had no idea, but there could be a way to discover it. My lovely wife smiled and asked me if I was going to let her try to be fucked by that black man…Anita then made a rapid movement under the table and took off her panties, spreading a little bit her legs; thus she was showing her shaved mound in the waiter direction; who was now looking at us…The waiter, whose name was Edmond, came again to our table with a. I tried to revive her but she just groaned and lay there. She was wearing a new button down type, thin and silky gown that gave me an instant hard on. I quietly ran back to my place, changed into my shorts and T-shirt and went back hoping she was still there. To my luck she was! I half-heartedly tried reviving her but nothing happened. This was too good to be true! I took off my shorts and slowly very slowly, opened the top buttons of her gown. I bent down to inhale her sweet feminine scent and. "So Marilyn? Did Ma come through with the food?" Ya damn right!" Come on, sis. Let's eat. I'm hungry."From there, the two of them quickly walked into the kitchen, where they mettheir mother pulling out paper plates for the bucket of chicken sitting onthe table."Donnie! Shari! Come, sit down and get a bite to eat! I know you kidsprobably haven't been eating good," Linda said to her kids."Ma! The name's Marilyn now, not Donnie," Marilyn said bashfully as she satdown at the kitchen table."Come on.