She was trying to catch as much black jism as she could. Her tongue was scratched right out. Spurt after spurt of the sticky stuff covered her face. S...he was practically plastered in cum.After she licked them clean (but of course!), she looked to me, and smiled. The sight of my pretty wife's face covered with some black guys' cum was too much for me, and I shot my own load in my pants without even touching myself.They weren't finished, however. The fucking and sucking went on all night, as more. . I’ll keep her here ... Thanks Sheila, I owe you.”“Well, well, well, miss Jessica Arnolt. It seems you have quite a fan club at the department.” George had restrained her again when Stan had promised to hold her. “I’m almost sorry we stopped Duke when we did. Tell me, did he know that you had a history of fixing men? I didn’t think so.”The police showed up at the security room’s back door and took a very angry looking Jessica away. Once she was gone, George went back onto the floor to wander a. She would rather have me admit to my wandering eye than turn our relationship sour.All guys are going to look. Women who pretend that their husband would never look are not even fooling themselves. The woman who proclaims her husband wouldn't look at other women if he loved her are merely showing their own insecurity. Of course her husband is going to look at an attractive female. He's hard wired to look. Why do you think they call it attractive, as in attracts his gaze. He's supposed to look. I remembered that the night before we had turned in just as night had fallen. I realized that Sheena lived attuned to the natural cycles of day and night. I did spy some old style native lamps in various places about the neat hut but I imagined that Sheena only lit them in an emergency. ‘Pretty man,’ Sheena asked me ‘You like when Sheena tame you?” ‘Yes, Sheena, I enjoy that very much!’ ‘Good, when we come back from market, I tame you again.’ ‘Sheena,’ I replied, ‘next time you don’t have to.