"I got a call earlier today. My mother has died."Katie let out a gasp. "Oh, Heather! I'm so sorry."The dominatrix shrugged. "She had been battling bre...st cancer for the past year. Her pain had gotten quite severe. It was for the best."Katie had met Martha Johnson twice. Both times during a holiday on her farm.The teen liked Martha's Iowa farm slightly more than her aunt and uncle's Nebraska one. It had more trees, no horses, and it was only thirty miles from a city, Des Moines.Heather's mother. My cock was at full attention by this point. After checking herself out in the mirror, she sat down on the toilet, which was right next to the window. I moved back a little so she wouldn't see me. While doing so I scraped the shingles with my belt studs and I saw her look through the window. I quickly walked to my window to get inside and right when I stepped through I saw her peek her head out the window. That had been a close call. When I got inside I knew my sister would be in the bathroom. Again she pleaded....."please pull it out, don't cum in me, pleaseeee. Oh my gosh, no....you're beginning to spew in me. Nooooo. Noooo...oh noooo.The black African erupted his jism into her belly. Ounces of African cum spewed into Sophie as her body shook from despair and orgasms. Millions of African tadpoles begin swimming their way to untouched white eggs. Her body was full of African spunk. Morgan still stroked her body with his semi-hard black cock as Sophie lay motionless on the blanket.. Her fingernails scratched across my ass cheeks as she egged me on to do her faster as her virginal muscles gripped and relaxed around my shaft until I could contain myself no longer and blasted my load in to her soppy recess. When we had both recovered a bit she said “I hope you can give me a repeat performance very soon man, as I am no where near satisfied yet” She said.“Come and lay on the bed on your back, and let me suck you back to life again” She said to me in a low husky sexy voice. When.