It's not a thing. Is it? Especially not heavenly orgasm." My word, I don't know," Mrs. Claus confessed. "Orgasm is a thing of the spirit and a thing o...f the flesh. A heavenly orgasm—I think that leans towards the spiritual side, don't you? I think we could possibly lend a hand." A hand?" It's no more outrageous than that request for pair of polka dot unicorns." I still say we shoulda used pink paint," Santa insisted."And I tell you it was pink—you know you're color blind." Okay, okay, so I. Over time he had observed them ALL on that backseat, and they ALL were after just one thing: BLACK COCK. In ample size please, thank you. Wilson could now add one entry to his list: "Famous, or a nobody."In the absence of other thoughts, the amateur anthropologist within him often pondered about what it was with girls. Did they get up in the morning with the image of big black penises in their minds, or was it only while eating a banana? Whatever, it meant that being Afro-American had at least. I was amazed at how much of that huge pole he could take in. He was a deep-throater par excellence. I guessed he visited here often to suck guys off. And no doubt the guy with the massive weapon came here frequently as well, looking for a good time.Both guys had real staying power. The cock-sucking guy was really into it, taking the stiff cock deep into his mouth, then withdrawing, swirling his tongue around the big head, then diving down fast. He kept this up for about 10 minutes, going faster. But she was Persian, olive-coloured, with a beautiful translucent shine like barley sugar. Her skin glowed, golden, her bare breasts were of gorgeous texture, full but firm. As Lacie looked, she felt that weird attraction again. Surely, she shouldn't be feeling like this about another woman.To her surprise, she found herself wondering what H'adĭn was going to look like beneath the other ribbons, the ones still clinging to her hips, but which she was fingering tantalisingly as though about to.