He had been building a head ofsteam until Mark had pulled over so abruptly but now was scared of thecold steel in Mark's voice. "Y-you won't tell me......"Mark just stared at him for a few moments and then his voice softened."Sweetheart," he whispered. "It's your birthday."Mark watched confusion wash over her face and then in a flurry openedthe small purse in her lap and snatched out single plastic card inside.Mark turned on the dome light as Daniel held it up and then suddenlylooked sick to his. A nice house on the north side of town. It was back in the woods a little. Long porch across the front of it. A nice big open room that had a couple of deer heads and big game fish on the walls.Denny offered us some drinks, as we walked through the door. I had a whiskey sour, and Justin had a beer. We sat on the couch as Denny finished up on the food he was preparing for us.On the surface, I was trying to look relaxed. But inside my heart raced, my mind was going a thousand miles an hour with. "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 ONE advantage in the end. Michael Jackson had to be MORE nuts than nuts!On the backseat behind him, Anna meanwhile bent over towards Shaq until they were cheek-to-cheek. Her luscious lips almost touched. I said really and they said yes.they said that maybe they need to do the same.i said u really think so and they said yes. now my hubby works away from home so my house is always quite, i said that i would arrange for them to meet morris, they said oknow after morris fucked me , havent really worried at work if he sees my panties no more ,i mean my pantie is nothing he has seen my married white pussy, he has said when r u going to let me fuck again and i have said not again. well i phoned him.