"But if you don't mind I think I'll take a walk until dinners ready too." Go ahead Gwen," Grandpa Max said with a quick wave of his hand as he turned ...ack to the rustbucket. As soon as Gwen headed up the two track Max turned away from the RV to watch his granddaughter as her hips swayed incisively with every step. He wondered if Gwen realized how much her walk had changed in the past month since she and Ben started fucking. With one hand Max dug into his pants pocket and fingered the blue. Many in British high society would be scandalized by these interracial affairs, but none came close to the scandal that copulating with a dark skinned African negro would cause. The mating of a negro and a white woman was culturally inconceivable, she thought, even as she reached down grabbing his giant black cock.Aket shuddered and moaned when she touched it. He trembled even more when her hand slid up and down the long shaft. He grunted and pushed her away, towards the bed even as his hand. " His tongue came out and flicked into her left ear and she felt a chill shoot from the base of her skull to that sensitive area between her leg where his hand how cupped the rounded, split, buttery bun of her vagina."Uncle Jim!" Robin cried as a finger slipped between her labia and found her clitoris. She gasped, trembled, and felt as if her knees would give way and she leaned farther forward to steady herself. Her uncle cooed and stroked her back, pressing her forward even more until her face. “Drink, Mark?” Rick asked the sergeant. “Well, I shouldn’t really, I’m still on duty. But if you insist.” “I do, I do. Come upstairs for a beer, you too Peter.” Peter was reluctant to join the two men. The presence of Sergeant Mark was making him nervous. After all, he was the cop who had fronted the raid on the premises. However, soon all three men were enjoying cans of frothy Watney Truman bitter while a Roberts transistor radio piped an offshore pirate station around the flat. “Sorry about.