She was shouting and abusing the owners of the goats for eating the corn in her field. She was shouting “Nee Kuthalo naa moguni modda, Na chelo padi...dengichukoka pothe ee Mamidi thotalo denginchukokudatha” (My husband’s penis in your vagina, Why don’t you get fucked in this mango garden instead of getting fucked in our corn field.) She did not see me sitting there. She was going on abusing the owner of the goats in filthiest language possible. So I went close to that woman and asked her why she. "Olu became more serious. "Susan, how would your parents view you being with a black man?" I have no idea. The subject has never come up. I can ask them tonight, when I get home. Who is going to drive me home? You, or Tokunbo?"Tokunbo suggested, "Susan, until that point is settled, it would be best if I am the driver they see, rather than Olu. If they have any problem over colour, I can speak to them, and tell them you were visiting my 16-year-old daughter. After all, you did visit her, didn't. Keenan looked down at me again and then over to his sister and uttered “Ok, sister. Switch and be my bitch.” It was some sort of code between them because she looked up from her orgasmic contraction, breathed out hard, and nodded, ‘yes’ sluggishly. Keenan walked over to her and grabbed his “sister’s” head and stuffed his nine-inch cock into her mouth. He grabbed her straightened and very real black hair with both hands and fucked her face. He called her a whore as he face-fucked her and. I quickly flipped over and pulld downmy panties, I was rubbung my clit furiously, bucking my hips until the first explosive orgasm hit my body. I spasm in ecstasy moanig a little louder, as the orgasm fades out and my juices begin to flow out of me. I skillfuly glide the head of my frind to the bottom of my pussy and pull my juices with it as I guide it into me. I venture a half inch deeper with every stroke, still writhing from my clit orgasm I feel myself losing control. At about five inches.