Go figure. Maybe I should talk to someone about giving the place a makeover. I was sure Doreen would help if I asked her but I didn't think that would... be a good idea. Most people tend to stay with what is familiar and comfortable; the last thing I wanted was for the place to remind her of her late husband.I spent over an hour just putting together a grocery list, and I about died when I got to the grocery store, and realized what it was going to cost me to outfit my new place with just the. .big black....dick.....aieeeeeeeEEEEEEEOH FUCK ME!" she begs for his dick as her body tenses and bucks wildly. He fucks her hard, driving his entire dick into her as her screams reverberate through the sleeper and her face is etched with the extreme pain she is feeling as he stretches her womb deeply. Her eyes are open widely as if awed, but her words beg him not to stop, beg for him to fuck her white married pussy with his black dick. Cries her love for him as she keeps cumming. I hadn’t been dreaming anything erotic that I could recall. Suddenly this feeling was just there.When she came back to bed and we were settled in I turned to her and said, “This is is out of the blue and a bit unusual but I have this sudden urge to eat your pussy. I just want you to roll over on your back and spread your legs and I’ll go down on you, no preliminaries.” I really didn’t know how she would react. She is usually a bit grumpy when awake in the middle of the night I anticipated. “This is Roger.”“We’re ready for you at the landing strip,” Rita Johanovich told him. “It’s three hours after sunrise,” she added diplomatically.“Uh, okay.” Roger struggled to sit up. “We’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He ended the call and turned to Yamina. Her cinnamon skin contrasted with his paleness, and he simply looked at her for a moment. “Yamina, honey.” He caressed her cheek and she stirred sleepily. “It’s late, and they’re waiting on us.”“Huh?” She sat up and looked at him, then.