The Black Cats had never regained their former influence and now were relegated to the sidelines of society and culture. Its members came to be regard...d as irrelevant fools, a common view sadly reinforced by the truly foolish acting Back Cat priests, whose numbers dwindled just as the membership did of that society.But at the core of the Black Cats was still strength and the burning wish to regain importance, a fact sadly also known to the Kermac and their intelligence recruiters.The seemingly. Bala ku adeiki bou bia phalaku angulire dalili aau dalu dalu bou bia senti taa tike baharaku baharuthila aau luchi jauthila. Semiti jibha neiki bou senti ku chatili aau bou aaahhhaa uhhh.Ohh bou papa kalabele free re dekhei diea. Bou sadhiku khuli mo front re thia hele aau mu bi nangala heli. Bou basiki mo banda ku chusi chusi khaile aau mu bou doodha ku dhari daluthili. Mo banda ku bou masta kari chusi chusi khauthile aau mo gua ku dalu thile. Banda bou patire hard heiki thila. Bou thia heiki. He told her to spread her legs and he pulled the cunt plug out and put his face to her pussy. He found her clit and sucked on it pulling it till it was double in size. He liked that she had a nice big clit. He loved to suck and chew it. He then began to lick her pussy from the cunt hole to the clit. He felt her cum over and over. He laughed at the fact he could make her cum so often and so many times by just licking her cunt. His tongue then found her hole. He took his hands and spread her open. While the blender is thunderously chopping and mixing I rummage through our mini bar. I arise with a huge smile. “Now this, this will make it perfect!” I shout enthusiastically, holding up a bottle of rum. “Rum and bananas?” you ask, with a sour look on your face. “Trust me. The tartness of the rum will be dulled down by the strawberries.” I explain, adding just a touch of rum to the mix. While the blender comes to a stop you rummage through cupboards and find us some glasses. Pouring the.