With ankle straps and heels that added four inches to her petite 5'2" frame, they qualified as "Fuck Me Pumps." I took a deep breath and started to sh...ot.Angela was obviously very experienced at this, as she required very little direction. After the first few shots she unbuttoned the jacket and pulled it back, her hands on her hips. The blouse was a sheer crepe material and my eyes were drawn immediately to her dark brown nipples. She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched the nipples. Its going to take some work having her in the house.”“What do you mean?”“Well she’s a grown woman. Its like we skipped all the growing up and suddenly have a teenager in the house.”“Yeah, she seems really well adjusted, but I did get a call from the adoption agency and they said she’d been though a lot and that she had a skewed view of relating to people.”“How so?”“No big thing, we just need to watch her, show her we love her.”“Yeah, I’m sorry to say this, especially since she is now out. She tightened, and she came. I felt better and better as I pumped her; she was a good woman, a woman who deserved to be treated well. To be well fucked by a young black man if she wanted it. I was proud to be her lover, my initial qualms were gone.I was happy! My cock was powerful, I was a desirable male, I was making love with a fantastic, exotic, foreign woman, an officer of the United Nations, a person of respect and good standing.I laughed, and her vagina pulsed as she laughed with me, and. She was sorry to have disappointed him, but she was sorrier to have lied to him — she wanted him to know how she really felt, she was desperate for him to know, but she was afraid to tell him and she hated herself for it. ‘I’m so sorry…’ Shaun said nothing, he merely grabbed her and held her in a hug, soothing and comforting as Christine cried hard. As they held each other, Bill walked in on them. ‘What’s going on?’ he frowned. Shaun jumped, but Christine held him tight, she would not let him.