Kenton Edward Emmanuel Connor

Church Thin Line Kenton Edward Emmanuel Connor

Deacon sat back and enjoyed the moment when his lovely wife Kelly rode his organ to several small orgasms, her gentle meows and squeaks letting him know that she appreciated his manhood. They had an excellent sex life, especially considering that their seven-year marriage had produced two children. Kelly loved sex and loved to satisfy it in many ways. If he chose the right approach, she would allow him access to the "dark chocolate" of her ass; and every Sunday morning he would wake up and stroke his cock with her lips. Life was good for Deacon Palmer."Are you okay, honey?" Kelly asked, her fingers gently stroking his face as her hips moved in slow circles."What? Oh yes, baby, I'm fine," he replied, grabbing her full hips and pumping his considerable flesh into her slippery depths."Do you want to cum soon?" she asked."Oh yeah babe, let's do it," he said and lifted her up without losing the connection between her genitals."Come on Doug, you're late as usual." Carrie said her usual bitchiness came over loud and clear. She just couldn't wait to get him out of the house and out of the way for a week and take her father with her. It had taken a lot of nagging to get Doug to do it, and she just wanted him to go."Yeah, well, we're going. ARTHUR!" he answered and called for her father as he walked to the garage with his bag. A few minutes later they were gone, gone for what Carrie called a little "father-son-in-law bonding. Hey, it'd be nice to get away from her whining for a week anyway, he thought. Carrie would be without a car, but she had friends she could call if she needed to, and there was always the train when she had to go to town. Kelly had persuaded Deacon to stop by Carrie's favorite Chinese snack shop and bring dinner later. She was looking forward to spending some time alone with him. Not that she had any plans, but it would be good fantasy material to be so close to such a sexy man. She'd fantasized about Deacon many times, but never thought about getting involved. Partly it was the "friendship" thing, partly the interracial aspect. Her sex life with Doug was - well - boring, although she had never thought of cheating on him. After Kelly and the boys left for their visit at her mother's house in Maryland, Deacon sat with a beer and watched the latest highlights of the playoffs. He thought about what he had planned for the evening and felt his cock stiffen with anticipation. He got up and went into his closet and reached for the locker he had put on the top shelf. When he pulled it down, he unlocked the latch and opened it. Inside was a small vial of whitish powder, which he had received from an acquaintance who told him that it would make "guaranteed to make her horny and receptive". Inside the box was also a small bag of smoke, something he never dared share with Kelly, but was willing to "share" it with Carrie once he got her cooperation with some sex, and a small jar of "love potion" lubricant. He knew she wanted it, and he was such a bitch, he wanted to nail her good. Deacon took a long shower and washed his strong build with a fragrant body wash, paying special attention to his genitals.