Anyway, I was working on fixing the anthology when someone hollered, trying to get my attention. That someone was none other than this young white wom...an named Marybeth Winston, who used to go out with my sometime friend Ivan Aurelius. He’s a stocky, not-very-bright black guy I met at city college a few years back. He’s Haitian, and goes to the Haitian Seventh-Day Adventist Church of Champion City. I see him on campus sometimes. I think he’s majoring in radiology or something like that. It’s. .. my unwavering eyes were planted on the show and capturing every little visual detail... especially with every backward slide… as my cock retreated, revealing your gorgeous looking pussy... plump with fully engorged lips... glistening from all sorts of juices... slighted parted lips indicating your state of readiness... and a clear state of an urgent need to be penetrated... when enough strides had unfolded with one random slide... I would stop dead in my tracks… as the tip of my penis stood. I could actually thrust my hips in that position so I was able to fuck her back. Tam shouted, “Punish me harder my lord for I am a dirty fuckin’ cow.” Tam wrapped her legs around me and we fucked while she chanted. And it wasn’t long when Tam had another orgasm and said, “Ahh, thank you my lord. Forgive this man for he has done no wrong. Use him to punish me, punish me hard my lord for I am willing and able.” Tam shook and hugged me tighter; she pulled me in harder with her legs. We had. A morning rise hung semi-erect between his legs. The smile Mona tried to hide said she wasn’t too appalled. ‘Your pants are cleaned and pressed. They’re hanging over the back of the chair in the living room. I thought you’d see them there.’ ‘I did.’ She turned back to the counter, picked up the spoon, and continued to stir the batter she was preparing. ‘You really are incorrigible, aren’t you, Moe?’ Moe refrained from showing her just how depraved he could be by opting not to touch his rod like.