“What can I say? I miss you, darling! Cardiff just hasn’t been the same without you! I’m not too bad for an English bitch, am I? You know that I...��m not Welsh like dear old Dad, right? By now, I imagine that you picked up on that,” Mum teased me as she actually rubbed my buttocks to my utter shock, “oh, by Jove, you really are sticking nice and deep inside your little sister, aren’t you? Your three Yank sisters are something else, no doubt of that.”“That’s your mother? She looks pretty neat for. ” she said, breaking the kiss.Oh crap. Had she changed her mind?She pushed back on my chest, and I thought she was going to climb off.“I want to be on top,” she said, pushing me flat.One hand on my chest for balance, the other holding my cock steady, she rose onto her knees and pressed my cock against her pussy. She let out a short, sharp gasp as she dropped onto my cock. I bumped against her hymen, but she caught herself before it broke.“Take your time. Go slowly.” I said while softly stroking. Frombehind the door a cold chuckle sounded as the Hyena leader stepped out, asmoking gun in her hand."Excellent job, my dear!" Scar said to his bodyguard with a triumphantsmirk."Just doin' my job, boss," she replied, twirling her gun playfully. Sheglanced down at Simba and trained the barrel of her weapon with hisforehead. "Want me to finish the job?"Simba groaned, eyes darting between the two Outlanders standing over himas he clamped his hand over the bullet wound. The room was quicklygrowing. We have lost count the number of black guys who have fucked me. On Friday I went to meet a friend for a drink at a local bar that tends to attract a lot of younger black guys. I was dressed in a short grey skirt, 3′ heals, bare legs, a low cut blouse top, no bra and I never wear knickers. I had my anklet on which says black mans slut, one of my lovers gave it to me. Tracey my mate had a leather mini skirt, vest top, heals and like me no underwear, her husband likes her fucking around too. She.