" I want to feel you empty all of the SPUNK in your BALLS in my CUNT HOLE." His thrusts became harder and quicker, "Lord forgive me, my flesh is weak....I can't fight the devil unless you strike with vengeance now”. I could feel his balls slapping against me and my pussy was making that unmistakable wet, well fucked noise. The moment I felt his dick swell and pulsate as he began to pump his semen in me. I climaxed as well.I collapsed on the floor, feeling warm all over. The preacher was busy. Ms. Dickens raised a question, wanting to know why only Ms. Kindle and I were given credentials authorizing us to conduct the estate's business. Ms. Whitney explained that Ms. Kindle and I represented the two heirs named in the will, and that the other organizations were simply named as recipients of a certain percentage of the proceeds.Ms. Whitney then gave us signature cards to sign, saying that she would drop them off at the bank, and that checks signed by us would be honored. "As long as. That was until I met yer mother.’ The fright on young Jack’s face was now replaced with confusion. ‘What do ye mean?’ ‘There are things in this world that many people don’t fully understand,’ he began. ‘My time is short so I’ll explain it the best I can.’ ‘Father yer not going to die,’ Jack protested trying to contradict his earlier words. ‘Just listen son,’ his father said as he lifted his hand to put a stop to Jack’s protest. ‘Blackbeard is not man but one of the vilest demons this world has. My eyes followed the silken curve of her calves up to her milky thighs, to the lush mound at their crook, and up over her soft, round belly, unable to look at anything but her. There was nothing else but darkness, beyond her. “You don’t sound certain, but you look certain.” She stood in front of me and placed her hand on my crotch, massaging my stiffening cock through the flannel of my pyjamas. I groaned, hips swaying forward. She pressed her body against mine, pleased with my reaction. Warmth.