She'd always kept herself as clean and fresh as possible. Her foster mother, Enheduana, back in Sumer, had taught her the divine purity of cleanliness... As a temple priestess, she had to keep herself immaculately clean, and always tried to maintain that level of physical purity in memory of her.But her body – that fickle piece of flesh designed in a lab by her father – had other ideas right now. It wanted fucked. Not only did it want fucked, it wanted fucked by something dirty. It wanted Jake's. Wendy blushed hoping that she at least would look halfway decent on the screen. But then her competitive nature kicked in and she gave it all.Just in time she recognized that her bottom was moving upwards, that her body tried to get her into the right position to optimize for strength. And she suddenly became aware that she was only inches away from displaying her bare, dripping and thoroughly fucked pussy to a rather large audience. Blushing furiously, she slammed her ass down on the saddle,. I spent the rest of the day chatting with her, making her laugh with silly jokes, and learning everything I could about her. She had graduated early from high school in Medellin Columbia and come to San Francisco for a couple of years to study fashion design and modeling. Her father had died when she was young and and she lived with her mother in an apartment near the Mission District in San Francisco. They planned to return to Columbia after she finished her classes. But the real shocker for. After we were all in the bedroom I closed the door. At first we were all standing around like nobody really knew how to make the first move. After thinking for a few minutes it dawned upon me that this would be a first interracial mating for all of us in the room. As I had never dated outside my race, and they had never seen a black man up close, let alone mating with them.I walk up to Malta who at 5’5” was a full foot shorter than my 6’5”, but Malta’s muscular size 8 frame was still womanly.