I love skinny ones.I love fat ones.I love thugs.I love businessmen, salesmen, coaches, janitors, dishwashers, soldiers.I love wealthy athletes as well... as lazy n!&&@s who sit around and drink malt liquor and smoke Newports and collect welfare.I love them one-at-a-time, two-at-a-time, or a whole group standing in line to take a turn with me.(LOL, my favorite is probably still one-on-one, though)I don't love light-skinned ones, or mocha, or caramel half-breed Obama ones.I DO love black as coal. In my throes of ecstasy, I’ve pushed the butt plug out, but when I pull out the pink vibrator, it’s completely soaked from my juices alone. The wet spot I’ve left on the bed is the diameter of both of my hands, spread out… another thing that happens only when I’m alone, now, and only when I think of him. I lay on my stomach to catch my breath, too blown out to think of the implications of what sent me so far, so fast. My body, now bereft of the stimulus of my toys, is still humming, still. As the week progressed I thought ahead to Friday night and wondered if it might be a repeat of last Friday. My anticipation was great. My imagination kept me horny on and off all week. My thoughts were not of casual teen girlfriends but Mom; the feel of her gorgeous bare ass pressed to me, her sexy pussy in my hand. With mounting anticipation, I declined invitations from friends for Friday night so I could be home with Mom.Of course, it didn't work out that way. Mom was out late on Friday,. ” Donald is invited to kiss his bride. The cheer that comes up from everyone in attendance sounds like ten times more people than are there. As Donald and Emma kiss, the bank president slips out from the balcony with teary eyes. He hurries to his car to be gone before anyone sees him. It will be the secret to his grave that he had been there, but while heavy in heart for himself, he is overjoyed that Emma has found such happiness now for herself.Much hugging, kissing, and congratulations.