Black BBW Cuckoldress 2
Janine, and I were laid back. Just smoking a joint, and sipping on a couple bottles of Newcastle Brown Ale. A Dirtbombs LP spinning on the turntable. Both of us touching one another. Fingers slipping in, and out of holes that were moist enough for such activity. Over the past few weeks we had really become best friends. Of course she was in charge, but that didn't mean what I had to say didn't matter. Perhaps a few of you have forgotten what real intimacy means. The pure connection one human...