"His frown lifted, and he finally met my eyes, seeming to judge the truth of my words."I'm not in pain, love. A bit stiff, I have to admit, but nothin... like what I would feel if you had hurt me."He relaxed, finally. "Maybe we should have Wynne check you out, just in case?" Again, what would I say? I fell down the stairs, could you see why I'm bleeding from the-" Okay, okay!" Are you that embarrassed by the word?"His expression became evasive. "What word?" Vagina."Evasive gave way to beet red.. He was becoming unpleasantly accustomed to the habit of watching her walk away, and he did so again with a sharp ache in his gut. He waited for the blood to stop pounding through his cock before heading to his own dorm. The next morning, he arrived at the Laundromat a few minutes before ten, but Jessica was already there. He grinned as he watched her sorting through her clothes, separating the whites from the colors. He approached soundlessly, and he was close enough for his breath to tickle. So, with that background did you ever imagine how it is living abroad? How it is having different values in the family changes the whole equation?This is going to be a series that I am going to write and express finally after being suggested by my best friend to write it. I am not a very outgoing person towards these incidents but there are the ones that changed my life and you will surely notice why.Let me start with a good introduction about myself. I am Shruti, a happy go lucky person who. The white man startsd to slap my ass as hard as he could with each thrust in he'd slap my ass harder and harder. He stood up and grabbed my hair making me suck his cock while the black man was still sucking my tits and fucking my pussy. The white man held my head making me gag longer then the black man did. Pulling out his cock was cover in salvia. The white man grabbed my arms and pulled me back some and as I was getting fucked soft he started to lick my asshole. His tongue pressing in and out.