Her feelings were dulled. She felt drained, and dissatisfied. The entire experience was anticlimactic.
Despite her resolve to leave the store and abandon her current approach to the "black p***s issue," she once again turned to her pictures when she got back to her car.
She had the pictures on the screen of her phone and looked at them at every stop light. She ran into her home and m*********d twice, back-to-back orgasms looking at the pictures again. She ran the video over and over watching his movement. Then looked at the large format pictures of his p***s on her computer screen.
She was almost late picking the twins up from school.
As she was preparing dinner, a strange thought occurred to her.
'I want more pictures. I need more pictures.' She finished cooking her family meal think
