At this stage I gathered he was hinting to fuck me in the ass. I spread my legs for him to make it easier and almost instantaneously, I had one of his...fingers in my ass. He started loosening and oiling up my ass with one hand while massaging my bum cheeks with the other. Soon he entered a 2nd finger. He fingered my bum for a while before stopping and removing both his fingers.He asked me to turn over onto my back. He removed his jocks releasing his hard cock which he oiled up as well. He then. ?That’s a good beginning? said Marco, reaching behind himself and grabbing the small remote to the cabling. Clicking the button to make her raise, Marco went to the trays and returned with a large long object. Barbara's eyes widened as she saw the object. ?I don’t know what you people want,? said Barbara, trying to cover her cunt, even though both her feet are tied wide apart and her arms fully stretched above her head, causing her heavy breasts to hang nicely. Leaving the cone of light for a. Could I get Mara pregnant? Possibly. I'm not sterile. But I already knew that Mara wanted an African-fathered baby; something I already knew she'd wanted for a long time! I knew this marrying her. It was not a surprise she sprung on me one day. I knew, as we were getting married, that our baby would be fathered by an African male, and not by me; and I was fine with that. It was my decision. No one else's. And that's what we did.Q. How did Omar treat you?A. Respectfully. He was never derisive. As the smart kid on the team, it was sometimes hard to break into the group dynamic. My teammates were never rude to me or anything, but I still had never really felt like I was part of their social group, and I certainly didn't have the time to socialize outside of practice. It was clear that they didn't quite know how to interact with me either. But all of that stuff seemed to fall away when we were on the field together. Playing soccer was one of the only times I ever felt like I really.