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Super Bowl FantasyTristaca Lockett grabbed her white-pink-and-teal monogrammed lunch bag from the breakroom refrigerator. The registered nurse was in a rush to leave the pediatrician’s office where she worked. Her oldest son, TJ, had a basketball game this evening. She rushed to her crimson 2016 Buick Enclave. She arrived at the start of the second quarter. She spotted her husband and other two c***dren and went to sit with them. TJ was on the court playing some pretty decent defense.. She cheered for her baby and jeered the referees.At the conclusion of the game, she decided to go home. Her husband, Terrance, was going to stay at the gym and watch the rest of the games with TJ. Tristaca was taking the others with her so they could get started on their homework and she could make dinner.She got her brood home and instructed them to open their books. While they started, she took a quick shower and put on a paisley print house dress. She began pulling out the ingredients to make tacos. This dish was one of the few that everyone in the family liked to eat. Her phone rang as she cooked. “Hey, Terrance!”“Hey, babe! TJ has a bunch of homework. We’re coming home. Need me to pick up anything,” he asked.“No, I think we’re good.”“Alright see you in a few.”TJ came through the door with visible frustration on his face. He lugged his backpack and duffel bag to his room. “Good game,” Tristaca called out. The thirteen year-old virtually ignored her and kept walked. She wondered where her sweet angel of a son and gone and why this elusive teenage imposter had inhabited his body.“Tacos,” stated Terrance.“Yeah,” smiled Tristace.“Awesome,” replied the elementary school vice principal.“Are we doing a Super Bowl party this year?”“I’m not really feeling it this year. I was just gonna go watch the game at Baskets. Is that okay?”“It’s fine with me. You know I’m not gonna watch it either way. I just thought you liked hosting it is all.”“I illegal bahis do. Just don’t want all the hassle this year.”Tristaca thought this sounded reasonable. Last year, they had upwards of 40 people at their house. Terrance had grilled a ton of wings and was wiped out after the game. It took her three days to get the house back in order they way she liked it. She was not about to convince her husband to change his mind over the next few weeks.She stood and yelled out, “TJ! Are you gonna eat?”“Let him sulk, Tee,” he advised her.“Whatever,” she huffed.The day of the Super Bowl arrived. The family was up and at it getting ready for church. As usual on Sunday, Terrance had made banana pancakes. The k**s had scarfed them down. Tristaca was finishing Zaria’s hair and the boys were halfway dressed. Terrance barked at TJ and Jacoury to hurry along and get on their clothes. Finally, all five of them were ready to go.Service was good. It seemed the pastor was keenly aware that many of his parishioners were eager to get home to watch the game. The Locketts loaded back up in the Buick and drove home.Tristaca threw family size frozen lasagna into the oven. She got changed and made sure the k**s’ outfits were put away properly. She started laundry. Her daughter was playing dolls. The boys were enthralled with their Xbox One X. Terrance was in the living room scrolling through screen after screen on his phone and watching the pregame show.After eating, Terrance announced, “I’m gonna head on over to Baskets.”“Bye, daddy,” Zaria grinned.“Bye, baby,” he replied.“See you later,” added Tristaca.“Y’all be good,” he glared at the boys.Terrance started his metallic blue 2013 Toyota Tacoma double cab pickup truck and left. He drove across town towards the sports bar. He reached the establishment, but kept driving. About a mile past it, he turned onto Rosa Parks Boulevard. He brought the vehicle to a rest in the parking lot of the Oakcliff illegal bahis siteleri Apartments. The six-foot-four, athletically-built, brown-skinned man armed the alarm and walked up a set of steps. He knocked on the door.When it opened, Terrance was greeted by a statuesque Amazonian figure. Her name was Starr. She was six-feet tall without heels, had voluptuous surgically enhanced hips and ass, and a pair of fake 38F tits. Her skin was dark and she had pretty hazel eyes. Her weave was a lucious, flowing honey blonde that ran halfway down her back. Starr wore a sexy French maid costume with clear, peep toe, slide-on, four-inch high heels.“Got damn, gurl,” opined Terrance.“You like it, daddy,” she checked twirling around.“Hell yeah!”“Come on in. Have a seat.”Terrance sat on the couch. “It smells good in here.”“Thanks baby! I got garlic parmesan wings, rotel dip, and little smokies.”“Wow! You did it up.”“All for you, baby!”“Dammit, gurl! You make a man wanna wife you up.”“That’s what I’m waiting for,” she giggled. “Want a plate.”“Yeah! I’ll take some.”“What do you want?”“Some of everything.”“As you wish.”Terrance smacker her generous ass as she walked towards the kitchen. “Watch it, daddy,” she warned him.“I know exactly what I’m doing,” he chuckled.Terrance had met Starr five months ago when he was getting his oil changed. She was also there waiting for her vehicle at the dealership. They struck up a conversation about the book she was reading – ‘Negroland’ by Margo Jefferson. Not only did he find her strikingly beautiful, but he was intrigued by her level of intelligence. While she was gorgeous and most people would never guess, the thirty-six year-old, father of three, knew she was a tranny. He had been fucking the gurls for over ten years so he knew what time it was. He asked for her number and later that week, they started smashing.Starr was a fun a fuck too. Her big ass bouncy boobs and jiggly ass canlı bahis siteleri provided loads of fun for the always horny man. Starr liked to be talked dirty to and have her hair pulled. She returned with a plate for her beau. She cuddled up next to Terrance. “You smell good,” Terrance declared.“Thank you!”“What is it?”“Japanese cherry blossom,”“I like it.”“Good. How’s the food?”“Good, baby! Everything is always perfect with you.”“Really,” she blushed.“Yeah, gurl! You’re my fantasy!”“Am I, daddy,” she cooed pulling down the apron to reveal her gigantic breasts.“Oh yeah! You can take all that off, gurl!”Starr got naked. She shimmied in front of Terrance.“Oh, shit,” the man remarked. “I wanna fuck you!”“Well come fuck me, daddy!”Terrance reached out to Starr. He grabbed one of her massive titties and began to suck on it.“Oh, daddy,” cried Starr. “I love the way you make me feel!”Starr knelt down to put Terrance’s eight-inch dick in her mouth. She went really sloppy with the blowjob. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.Terrance gripped Starr’s head. He coaxed her up and down on this shaft. “Shit, gurl,” he moaned. “Love how you suck this dick!”“Eat my tranny pussy, nigga,” begged Starr.Terrance slid his face between the massive booty cheeks. “Oh, daddy,” whined Starr.The man spanked her ass. She twerked loving it.“Let me get that pussy,” remarked Terrance.“Yes, sir,” smiled Starr.“Yeah! I want that vaganus!”“Oh yeah, nigga! Fuck this anal vagina!”“I wanna do some freaky shit with you!”“What, daddy?”Terrance walked over the to glass doors that led to the balcony. He motioned for Starr to join him. He walked onto the balcony. He slid his dick inside her pussy.“Take this dick, baby,” Terrance yelled.“Oh, nigga! Fuck me,” wailed Starr.“Love this tranny ass!”“Fuck me, daddy!”“Yeah! You my tranny bitch!”“Yes, I am,” Starr whined as her big tits moved all around.“Take it, gurl!”Starr’s own nine-inch dick waved around as Terrance pounded her from behind. “That’s a good gurl, baby,” he approved.“All yours,” Starr moaned. “Fuck me!”Terrance fucked her harder. His dick could take no more. He nutted hard.“Yeah, bitch,” he collapsed.“You liked that,” checked Starr.“Yeah,” he huffed.

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