Rod Ryder was the head man of the moving crew, he just sent his people home and he was going to assist Sheila in organizing things, while her husband ...Steve watched basketball in the living room.Sheila had misplaced her work clothes and had on skin tight yoga pants and thin peasants blouse. Rod was a crude white man, making lewd jokes while they put away china. “You know how to make a nigger whore moan Sheila?”Sheila was shocked to hear the word nigger word come out his mouth, they were paying. It was the most intense kiss I had ever experienced, with my ass full and my mouth attacked at the same time. She finally released me, and simply said, "Now let's fuck."And fuck we did. She moved slowly at first, creating a void and then slowly refilling it, hitting all the right spots on the way in and out. Then she picked up speed, and started talking again as she did."You've never been on this side of fucking before, have you? Look at that, you're hard already. How does it feel having a cock. .. I never wishto displease you..."Cal patted her head reassuringly, looking down at her and smiling."You'll never displease me. And, just for the record, if I thought ofyou as a burden, I would have let you know by now. You have nothing tofear from me. Do you understand?" he asked in all seriousness.She nodded, her hair swaying and her ribbed horns brushing against theside of Cal's face. She then noticed that he had yet another scar onhis body, one that she failed to see earlier. It was a. Her moans echoed over the rumble of the ice river. Her bowels grew hotter and hotter about my dick. She squeezed over and over on it.Then her back arched. Her moans sang out. Velvety bowels spasmed about my dick. I shuddered as she came. I slammed my futa-dick into her convulsing sheath. The friction stimulated my girl-dick. The pleasure shot up my shaft to my pussy.“Cum in my bowels, Ms. Kim!” she howled. “Please, please unload in me!”“I will!” I moaned and buried to the hilt in her. My eyes.