Dave told me there was no menu. My quizicle look caused him to continue, and he explained black that they assess each person upon entry, and would prepare something special for that interracial person. Soon the waitress brought wine to the table, 2 bottles, a dry white for me, and a red of some variety for Dave. Our waitress was a tall redhead, standing nearly 6'2" in her shoes. Her pale skin indicated the hair was natural. 'I'd let her do me.' came the naughty thought in my head, I blushed slighly. As we waited we talked, we didn't get out alone very often, and often the conversation would swing back around to children. We both did our best to not dwell on the subject on one of the few nights we had aloan. Our meals came, mine, was a pork loin medallions in a rosemary cream sauce it was absolutely to die for, I'll be honest, I didn't pay much attention to what was on Dave's plate. I attacked facial my own with gastronomic abandon. I'm not sure if it was because I was just that hungry, or because it was just that good, I would have to guess a combination of the two came into play. We sat and talked for awhile, I was still infatuated with this woman I married 10 years ago, and she looked beautiful sitting across the table from me. She seemed a little impatient at first, she was very hungry and was looking forward to the menu. I explained that this restaurant had no menus, they would bring us what they felt would best suit us. She looked very puzzled at me for a moment, but the wine came shortly afterwards, and that seemed to set her mood a little better. Our waitress brought Jess white wine of some variety, mine was a dark Merlot that was not the best sipping wine, but I assume it would pair well with the food that would soon come, and I was right. When our meals arrived, Jess had something sliced up small in discs in a cream sauce on her plate, which apparently was delicious by the way she attacked it. Mine however was a bit on the simple side, a large slice of beef cooked perfectly, some basic roasted vegetables on the side, and I will say they clearly assessed me perfectly. The thick piece of steak went beautifully with the wine, and I soon looked just as happy eating my meal as Jess did on the other side of the table eating hers. Dinner was over the plates had been cleared, desert had come, desert had gone, and I will say the meal was as perfect sexy as could possibly be. After dinner drinks had arrived, and disappeared, and arrived again. It was this point I realized a whole bottle of wine and two of whatever these were they had served me, had left me... oh let's go with happy, very happy. Dave reached over to my hand and asked if I would like to dance. I don't know if it was at that point the music started, or if it was at that point I first noticed it, but I agreed. Dave normally hated dancing, so was an opportunity I was not going to pass up. He took me on to the dance floor, we were the only ones. I will admit I was self-conscious at first, but soon we were dancing and I'd forgotten about everyone around us. Several songs came and went, and we continue to dance on the dance floor. After all the dinner plates had been removed, and desert had been finished, we sat drinking some after dinner Hardcore cocktails. They never bothered telling you what you were eating or drinking at this place, even the labels from the wine had been removed. Sadie has always been very good black with computers and is a genuinely expeditious typist. “I'm a virgin,” I gasped as she pressed against my cherry again. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky reflection in the cup, “An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, brutal, assassin monster… Who makes tea...” She said gently, her own uncertainty clear in her voice. “No, I chose this.” Mom said, though she seemed to be trying to convince herself. Their lips again touched, soft and loving, they played at a kiss. She was still wearing the blue nightgown, minus the thong. Came her sultry tone and his eyes focused on Tesla, her spotty pattern Hardcore almost camouflaging her in the steamy tiled room. Which reminded me, so I went to the front door and my family was waiting there. I pass Diane in the hallway as she has her clothes under interracial her arm. Kitten got in the tub and we filled it with warm water and bath oil beads and Kitten lovingly washed her and then her hair and cleaned her head to toe. She used a very mild perfume that mingled well with the wonderful cunty smell. I began to rock my hips, slowly riding her face as she serviced my hot little asshole with deeply probing oral thrusts. He looked down at her smooth lithe legs, her unblemished thighs pressed together and her sexy little bush peaking above her nubile triangle. I guess I was just waiting for my facial life to have some purpose again, a fire igniting in my soul whenever I remembered Molly and her life, a life she was as of now going to be living without me. She grabbed one that looked very nice and held it up to her chest. By this time the pain had stopped and I was starting to enjoy having my ass fucked. "No," Jessie said. She took off her nightie and turned on the shower. Sonja blushed and halted sexy her movements, simply grinding herself on my cock while she fully appreciated Momo's lips on her areolas. ‘I can’t feel much of you. Her ass fought him, he could not get in at all. It clearly showed. Only I wasn't seeing Sophie. Ed hunched over her from the rear, his strong arms encircling her while he fucked her ass, giving her all she had asked for and more. Her bowels gripped me with such intensity.