To the west I could Deep Water Cay and the bay with the Iwo Jima sitting at anchor along with the surrounding islands.There were eight bedrooms; three...of them were master bedrooms with full baths. The other bedrooms shared several half baths. The master rooms had colonial style king-sized four poster beds built with exotic lumber; teak, walnut or cherry. It was the same with multiple dressers with fancy woodwork. Each had small walk-in closet.This place cost a bloody fortune to build and. "Ann has told me so much about you," he said staring directly into Sandy's eyes. "I have looked forward to finally meeting you. But I have to say, you are even prettier than I imagined you might be."Mark continued to hold Sandy's hand and I could see that even though her head did not move, her eyes like mine, gazed at his cock that swung in her direction as he leaned over. I did not know if Sandy knew beforehand that Mark was African-American, if so, she had never mentioned it. But she was. Until one day I was home alone that evening and it was just light enough I could see everything perfectly but not straight daylight I stole one of my fathers condoms with my heart racing hurried along to feed the calf. But once I entered the shed I dumped the milk out and pulled the calf down onto its side it was weak being a smaller calf then most its age. It continuously struggled to get back up so I laid on top of it with my now shirtless chest heart racing so hard I thought I was going to. . . mmm . . . men fuck me there. Big hard dicks, squirting and throbbing. Sweaty balls, slapping against me. I've had gallons of sperm in me, and of course, on me. Think of it . . . look at my cunt . . . imagine it stretched tight around cock after cock. Men grunting and groaning, thrusting into my womb to mate. Kiss my cunt." She moved closer, and began to rub her wet, open, pussy hard against my mouth. "Mmm," she squirmed, "here," she moved forward, "tongue my asshole."My god! it was.