But she is deliriously happy at how well she’s been used. I shake hands with Max and usher Maria to the door. It’s only a few feet back to the residence. The guy we bumped into earlier stands there, an amazed look on his face. “So it’s true, then?” He asks slowly, unable to take his eyes off my nude wife, wearing only cum. “Absolutely,” I replied. “But next time don’t bring your wife.” Copyright 2019 by tcs1963 All Rights Reserved "BLACK DOESN'T STAIN"by tcs1963 Her skin was pale white, almost to the point of glowing. She was hitchhiking, with her amateur thumb stuck out like a well-lit signpost. Her left arm cradling a small bundle very gently but protectively. I noticed her because her skin contrasted against the dark night sky. Almost as if luring me to pull over, like preteen children trusting the molester in a dirty white work van, holding a handful of candy. I had never stopped to pick up hitchhikers before and as a matter of fact, I was always warned against it. But I literally couldn't pass this young lady by. Helping her seemed utterly paramount. Her beauty called out to me like some sort of Siren's Song. Making my anxious feelings of fear push to the back of my brain, along with my logic. Along with her alabaster skin, this young lady dressed very uniquely. Like she had stepped off the front of your favorite gothic or punk rock album cover. The light breeze sweeping her hair across her face. The flowing raven black locks curling willy-nilly around her face. Making her look innocent but dangerous at the same time. Her tiny body was completely enveloped in a black uniform leather duster type jacket, hanging down almost past asian her knees. Accenting the little black dress underneath. It finished off her tough look like she could be in some kind of motorcycle club. The only part of her that was neither black nor white was her lips, which were a deep blood red. Scary dark and wet like a wild animal that had just eaten a rare japanese piece of meat. This odd combination of dress, which would have looked unnatural on anyone else, had the opposite effect on her. So she wasn't surprised that the first car that stopped held a man. An older farmer Hardcore style man to be exact. "Where ya going?" the old man yelled gruffly through an open window. "Anywhere," she softly muttered. By mind-controlling people, we were really drawing personalities from other universes. The towel barely covered her large, round bottom and her large, heavy breasts were clearly visible amateur as they hung down onto the couch. With trembling hands, he reached for the zipper. Not even for her husband." I leaned forward and grabbed her by the hair. But that's only around dad age, maybe even older. He didn’t move and neither did I. She rolled over and got back on her knees looking at him she told him to come fuck her and in one swift motion he positioned himself behind Hardcore her and pushed deep inside of her. Molly shrugged, turning away but giving me a sideways sly smile. There were at least another six or seven girls watching the whole show from the japanese patio. Carol asian tensed with the tongue work, grinding her hips into me, and while I would love to taste her pussy as my wife had, I couldn’t wait to be inside her. I would push them out and would get back to work. The story picked up again in the chapel, where Yewubdar now lay oiled and waiting on the obscene altar cloth, stretched out luxuriously amongst grinning skulls and black uniform candles. Eventually the food had cooled enough for me yo take a small forkful and place it on her nearest breast. And he delivered that line in perfect deadpan. She watched many interracial videos on the computer with Arnold.