Heather reached between her legs, running her fingers through her pussy hair, feeling the length of my shaft as I slid in and out of her. Heather's hi...s gyrated in a near poetic circular motion, meeting each of my thrusts with equal force. Why had we waited so long for this moment I asked myself. Those thoughts stopped as I felt her hand taking my balls, massaging them as if silently asking if there was any more cum to offer. Our pace quickened. Our thrusts became harder, more violent. Our. Going forward. My wife had a healthy baby black boy! He's a angel, no problems. Wife screamed a lot during delivery, but as she said hey, I was 48 and 11 months old, pretty good for an old lady!!! Natural c***dbirth, no complications. Arthur was involved and we enjoyed his company. When Etienne was 6 months old my wife was back to having periods again. She was thrilled her womb was still fertile. Wife and I were talking in bed one night, she asked me how I'd feel if she had one more black baby?. People were passing lewd comments and calling you names. You liked it and it was making you more horny.I take you out of the car and make you stand. There’s no one in the parking lot so I make you bend down and spank you till your ass turns red. You keep begging me to fuck you and let you cum. But I pay no heed and take you inside the mall. Everyone is looking at you. All guys have an istant hard on looking at you. Some even play with your boobs in the crowded lift. You enjoy this attention and. Mutou was a strange boy with wide eyes, spiked tri-colored hair and an air of both innocence and sadness — which he hid most of the time under an onslaught of deliberate cheer. The old Seto would have found Mutou's constantly cheerful disposition irritating, but now he didn't seem so annoying. Maybe it was because I saw something in life to be cheerful about.A few weeks later, Ryou began spending time away from us. Finally he confessed and introduced us to Otogi Ryūji, whom he'd met while Joey.