Elena: “Y-Yes! I do! I’d love a black cock inside my pussy!”Flash: “Yeah I knew that! All you mother fucking white girls want some black dick!...”She ignored his insults and continued her set. When she finished the ten squats, she returned the weights to the machine then moved away from the bench and walked around a little.Flash: “Take a breather while I set up the next task.”She watched on with her hands on her waist flushed from the squat lifts but also from the work that Mr. Johnson did with. The doorbell rang and my wife gasped.I pulled away from my wife with a smile and held up a hand. I told her to wait there and not to move, that I would be right back.I walked down the hallway to the front door and opened it. There was Dennis, all smiles and eagerness. We shook hands and I let him in. He was several inches taller and packing less pounds than myself. His skin was ebony, his smile genuine. He was about a decade younger than myself.We entered the living room and found my wife. She planted soft, sucking kisses all along his jaw line, his throat and up to his ears. Lifting her head, she looked Tom in the eyes and, smiling, said simply, “I love you, Dad.” “I love you, too, Brin. I don’t know what happens from here, but I love you.” “I don’t know either, Dad, but I don’t want this to stop right now.” “It won’t,” Tom said, lifting his head to kiss Brin again. When their mouths parted the next time, Brin lowered the top half of her body onto Tom’s, letting the. She's really glad she and Allie have been spending time studying other women.Terry's not as refined and distinguished as the classy guys she's used to dating, but he seems nice and it's interesting hearing him talk about his business. Jill mostly listens as he tells her how he started his business twenty-five years ago in a small rented building. She's impressed hearing about how he's grown it into a large company that packages products for companies all over the country.She makes it through.