Alana always was the sensible one of the pair. The girls were completely different in style and temperament. Whereas Keylani was a thunderstorm, ragin...g and fierce and passionate, Alana was a tranquil day of spring, a breath of sunshine, a cool stream on a hot day. Alana got up from the sofa and gave her sister a hug. She was wearing a robe and it was apparent she hadn’t been planning anything special this evening. Alana wasn’t the social butterfly Keylani was. Alana liked going out with a. “ Alison, I would love you to.” I leaned forwards at the same time as she and our lips met in an awkward crash but I put my hand behind her head and she did the same and we began a kiss the like of which I had never experienced before. Her lips were so soft and as her tongue entered my mouth and became acquainted with my own I suddenly found it hard to breath. I remembered my first kiss and I was reliving it all over again but this time it was soft and gentle, not urgent and desperate as it. Grace tried her best to return to a normal routine. People in town stared for a while but then it became old news. The men on the ranch took the edict of keeping her safe very seriously escorting her to and from town on the rare occasions she needed to go. She was becoming annoyed at their over-protectiveness. Lucas was making himself scarce as usual. All this she could manage, it was the nights that were the hardest. Her nightmares were back with a few new ones thrown in for good measure.. She was going to go black.On the beach, Henry watched his wife and the black guy she was talking to, head over towards him. Henry lustfully watched Holly in her skimpy bikini that didn’t cover much of her beautiful and chubby body. Her large saggy breasts jiggled with each step she took. Henry’s penis strained hard against the inside of his chastity belt as he watched his sexy wife next to a big black guy."Jafari, this is my husband Henry," Holly introduced the ripped black guy who wore the.