Suddenly, an image caught my attention and I stopped to watch for a minute. It was obviously a porno movie, some midnight feature as part of a movie c...annel promotion. The scene was unreal and the acting was very poor. I remember thinking about the mediocrity of the script, "every line has innuendo, every one is dressed (or not) in a flashy way, the actors look as perfect as they appear dumb." But just the same, I kept watching intently.Things happen quickly in this type of flick and this one. .. And of course her mother was standing in front of them in her underwear. Rachel spread her legs a little wider."That's it, little girl. I can feel your cunt right through your white cotton panties."'Did he really say cunt?' she thought to herself. 'And he's feeling my vagina through my panties ... just like I do myself sometimes. This feels kinda nice.'"Oh my brave little girl", the mother sobbed, as she watched the two men fondle her baby's vagina through her panties while her dress was. “Kneel erect,” ordered the slave Ibi. Her Master had made a signal. Xena knelt erect, automatically placing her hands on top of her head. With shoulders well back, her milky white breasts, so fulsome, thrust superbly. Her eyes seemed to be shimmering. Finally they focused. Before her, on a sumptuously cushioned couch, reclined the frightening figure of a huge, coal black man... muscled like a wrestler in arms and legs, barrel-chested, hugely pot-bellied, with a thickly girthed penis. This. If a city had a marathon she wanted to run it. The Austin marathon was her first and thirty-two others had followed in the twelve years afterwards. She liked to alternate between a race inside the United States and one outside. Her last race had been in Mexico City and the one before that in Seattle. Today Angie was running in New York.Several thousand other people ran around her, huffing and puffing. Millions more cheered on the sidelines, shouting names and passing water or Gatorade to.