She marvelled at how smooth and slippery the shiny corona of the snake-like organ felt against her soft lips. She sucked passively, encircling her sil...y-smooth tongue around its thick ridge as she teased and caressed the sensitive rim.Kwami lowered his eyes. He stared at the trembling white girl and grasped her head. Without warning, he thrust his body forward. The head of the monstrous beast was now embedded at the back of Maria’s throat. “Deep!” he cried out in a fit of sexual rage.Without. Perhaps he was the receiver of faulty intelligence about the attitude of the British people toward the Third Reich and he had made an incorrect conclusion that they would soon join him in his quest to be the sole power in all of Europe. The insulation of his position might have caused this misconception but it had probably been harbored inside his mind even in pre- “Mein Kampf” days.I have to readily admit that the weight of the heavy fighting all along the front line of Hitler’s invasion of. He pointed to a little partial wall that stuck out a bit to hide the dumpster, and told me that I could step behind the wall and nobody would see me. He promised to watch to make sure nobody came around the corner.I was so desperate that I did what he said. I went behind the wall, squatted down, and moved my panties off to the side. They were a little moist from where my pee-pee leaked out. I let go, and a heavy stream of pee came flowing out and splashed on to the concrete. It felt so good to. The rest of the house belonged to my wife and my daughter but the basement was all mine. Those two rarely ever came down there. It was my Man Cave, my sanctuary. I was already naked when I heard the basement door open, my stomach doing flips as I heard her soft padding down the stairs and when she turned the corner at the bottom I started to throb. Brittany stood there smiling at me wearing tight little top that stopped just below the bottom of her massive tits, the site of her nipples poking.