He thrusts into me one last time and then I feel his cum shooting inside me. I watch him get dressed then he walks up the stairs and I hear the door o...en and close. The three guys that are left all get up and the one that I was sucking sits in a chair. I walk over to him and get ready to slide his cock into my pussy. Noo, no, no. I want your tight little asshole. He rubs my pussy getting my juices all over his hand and rubs some on my asshole then the rest on his dick. Now slide down, let my. .i couldnt resist her any longer for years i wanted to fuck her. I stood up and walked behind her my stiff cock pushed into her back and i put my hands on her shoulders and massaged her shoulders she groaned and said that was nice, not sure what the massage or my cock. She wasnt clammy and smelt really nice, she always did, slowly i ran my hands up and down her arms and she shivered as i stroked her, she said oh gosh goose bumps...and she did her nipples jutted out as well i slid one hand down. “I’mLaurel Johnson!” They were on an overnight game trip. Mrs. Johnson wasone of the three chaperoning parents. His eyes looked down at the black skin tight leggingsthat adhered to her shapely muscular legs, then up to awhite blouse that wrapped snugly around her oversizedbosom. It was now impossible to control the growth ofhis cock as it bulged inside his trousers. “I know who you are, Mrs. Johnson.”“I want my son on your team,” she said, “and. He couldn't tell if it was night or day or how far they had traveled.His ignorance of what Africans endured during the Trans-Atlantic slave trade could fill volumes. His plight was minimal compared to those who survived the Long March only to be piled on top of each other, shackled in the hulls of ships for months, unable to move, kidnapped and stolen from their homes and families involuntarily. Charles was there of his own volition. It was his choice, his vacation. Being inflicted with pain.
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