Since her victory last week, when the overly busty and not-too-bright trophy wife of a deceased millionaire had contested and won the complete ownersh...ip of all his stocks, funds and assets, to the deprivation of the man’s daughter, Candice had repeatedly had the same dream.As the verdict was read, Candice’s opponent across the room, the self-representing daughter, had given the lawyer such a bizarre, piercing look with her unusually yellow eyes that she had not been able to get it out of her. With Willis, and now with Darrell and Trev, she'd easily had far, far more sex (and it had been incredible sex) than she'd had, if she'd added it up, in all the years of her marriage! Even if, for some reason, she and her husband didn't divorce, she was going to fuck more black guys! Regularly. As often as she possibly could. She recalled something Willis had texted her after she left Florida regarding her husband. She'd told him about her husbands virulent racism, as well as about his long. .. This must be a dream. My eyes fluttered open through the usually tired fog and what welcomed me was a sight I'll never forget. My bedding was wet, completely soaked through. It was only after lifting the duvet that I discovered why... far from any other abnormal situation, the sodden mass of linen was awash with cum."Shit, shit, shit, shit... shhhit!" I leapt out of the sticky mess, my dick, balls, and thighs were matted in cum. My hard cock was scything through the air, flinging droplets of. I just wanted you to know that I appreciate it." You're welcome."Meg opened her mouth as if wanting to say something else, then closed it. Lissa could see that the girl felt bad about what had happened between them last night, but in fact, Lissa felt worse about what was happening between them right now. It was as if they had forgotten how to act around each other."I told Carla what I did to you," said Meg after another half an hour."And?" asked Lissa, trying to keep her tone neutral."She.