Friday, 15 June 2012


She ushered the Tinies to their
waiting parents, some of whom asked about her
weekend in Paris and she gushed about the
food and the sights but didn't mention the
Ivorian couple her husband had
found on the Net, how
dark their skin was against their
English pallor, how hot and wet and
spicy the woman's pussy was, how
thick and hard the man, how it felt amidst that
kaleidoscope of black and white, how
extraordinary it was to kiss her
sperm-scented mouth while
full of both husbands...

No, she kept those images to herself as she
waved them all off to rest before
another day of make-believe and

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