Raven is a dick lover

Mom gave the board members a beat down that will keep them at bay for a while. Now, as to your worry about being a husband and a Father. Don’t worry. You’ll do fine. Diane is a wonderful gal and you’ve become a great guy. You’ve shown great maturity. You take care of Diane. You make it apparent that you love Diane and your baby,” I say to John which makes him smile. All the ladies are chatting about wedding plans. Jill and Diane get up from their seats and come over black to John and me. Jill sits down in my lap and Diane sits in John’s lap. We both hug our ladies. My second wife, Dakota also comes over to me and kisses me. Jill gets up off my lap interracial and cuts herself a slice of cake, the chocolate cake. While she is cutting the cake, Dakota sits her beautiful ass down on my lap and begins kissing me passionately. I respond as best I can. When Dakota is done smooching me, Paula comes over and sits her cute cumshot ass down on my lap as well. However, she has the idea that she and I need to rethink the bet with Bertha and the other two. Paula’s idea was that maybe John and mature I need to postpone the bet until after the New Year. Paula knows that we are expecting a huge amount of college co-eds for NYE. Diane and John seem to think that the number will be closer to 1000 college kids drinking and fornicating just about everywhere. Fred suggested that we lease the parking lot three blocks away and have several of the limo buses move people from the parking lot to the Chateau. Fred also had the idea that we would have some security collect everyone’s keys, put a name tag on them and not hand them back until noon the next day. This makes a great amount of sense, not allowing people to get their car keys back until afternoon the next big day, thus keeping drunk people off the roadway. John, Fred, and I left the Chateau to head to the Italian Restaurant that we like. Once we were there, Fred parked the limo and the three of us went inside to eat and of course, to discuss the wedding. When the owner saw Fred, he came over and hugged him. He offered a bottle of Chianti, but none of us really wanted to drink. I asked for a Coke. Fred asked for an orange juice and John also had a Coke. Once again, the waitress brought us a basket of garlic bread. I don’t know what it is, but they have great garlic bread. Fred decided on their homemade lasagna, John chose their ‘big bowl’ of spaghetti and meat sauce and I went with grilled chicken and alfredo noodles. “John, have you thought about what style tuxedo you want for your wedding?” I ask him. “No, I guess I’ll just get whatever the salesman suggests,” He says to Fred and me. “Um, no. C’mon John, haven’t I taught you better than that? You need to look as stunning as Diane when you two stand with each other to get married,” I say to him. In my head, I already had a tuxedo place picked out for him. “David, would it be weird to ask you to be my best man and Fred to be my groom’s man?” John asks kind of sheepishly. “No John, it wouldn’t be weird at all. I would be honored to be your best man. Fred, how about you?” I ask him. Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! “No, I moved a lot back then,” she said. ,,Thank you, for forgiving me. I thought for all these years you hated me." Colleen said, looking into my eyes. Nicole, surprisingly, came first – even though I couldn’t hear it, interracial it was obvious with the way she picked up speed then stopped suddenly. As they approached one of the frat cumshot houses, Hailey looked up at the letters across the door. I looked to see her biting her lip. I quivered, just swimming in it. She moved it in small circles over her sensitive area. Taking a deep breath he laid down to rest a few hours then began again. Last week I went to the pool and had arranged with the Married Guy to maybe hook up afterward in the change rooms. I look around and see what's going mature on around me. Granny Ellen big has Uncle Fred's cock in her mouth. I had plans for that later, so I stopped and set the recliner upright. I left the table and went to my window to smoke not knowing what I should do any more with Niky or Nicole even. Ja-Alixxe pleads in a different way, an animal moan of uncontrollable yearning. She threw back the blankets and screamed in surprise as she looked downward to see a large, cotton-covered tent standing out of her underwear-clad crotch. He had every right to be furious at me. I was his queen. “I don’t know, Magistrate Augustinia!” She cried, squirming to stay upright. She placed one hand on each side of her pussy crack. He placed his hands on Becky's head and helped her take black more than she was ready for. Clint grunted. “Good morning,” I responded as I took note of her obvious discomfort.