An even more wonderful site was to be found in the garden itself. There before me was a plus-sized goddess in pale-blue denim dungarees worn over a pl...in t-shirt & white trainers, a garden rake in her hands. I guessed she was in her mid-20s. Her height was about the same as mine and she had long, centre-parted ‘dirty-blonde’ hair, slightly curly. She bore an uncanny resemblance to a plus-sized porn star whose escapades I’d enjoyed on XHamster and other porn sites named ‘Tanya-Marie-Hall’. They. But she said loudly, "Oh no! Don't stop now!" So I plunged my tongue back in; within just a few seconds she called out, "I'm cumming! Oh yesss . . ." She pulled my head into herself, with my face so hard against her it almost cut off my ability to breath. At last she relaxed and I gave her pussy a departing kiss, arose and with my lips all covered in her juices kissed her full on the mouth. She eventually spoke in a low embarrassed voice, "Darling that was so good I have fantasied over this. Manuel was smiling as he aimed his hose and the thick, yellow stream of hot urine shot out to strike her breasts.The hot spray stung acidly on her skin and Renee tried to get up, to get away. Her own bladder was still dumping its load and she heard it as a distant tinkle in the toilet bowl.Manuel held her shoulder with his free hand, his fingers biting into her flesh until the pain immobilized her. Slowly he tilted his cock down, playing the hard stream of liquid over her belly. Then down until. And Ken is sure white. And you know something else, Judge? Ken Carlson doesn't see skin colors. He sees men! Some he likes and some he doesn't but he judges everyone against a single standard."Do you remember Martin Luther King's dream? That we will be judged by the content of our character, not the color of our skins? Well let me tell you, that's exactly what Ken Carlson has always done." Let me tell you something else, Judge," Mary Smith picked up. "I was born on a large farm — a plantation.