I adjusted my position, spreading my knees a little, raising my ass,without stopping my attention to the delicious pussy I was feastingupon. The anon...mous hand on my cock began to pump, stroking with astrong, firm grip.Suddenly, the hand was gone.The woman I was eating from began to quiver, bucking herself againstmy face. I heard her gasp as an orgasm swept through her body.As I pulled my face away from her, leaving my fingers in the grip ofher cunt, the hand returned to my ass.There was a. He immediately adds that his Dutch is not that good. He tells me he prefers to continue in English 'I didn't see you for a while.' It's not really a question. He says that he has visited his family in Africa. 'I am from Sierra Leone.' As we walk together, we continue to talk animatedly. He tells about his native country and I about my trip through Mali. Interested, he asks if i liked it Africa. In scents and colors I tell about the West African country. How wonderful the atmosphere, the climate. I loved fucking her with no protection, knowing that there was at least a chance that I could be impregnating her. I stayed on her for another five minutes, with my softening, but-still-thick cock stroking and plugging her hole.Then I looked over at Ed, as I pulled my cock from her hole, saying, “Come over here and suck her clean for us, so you can fulfill your fantasy. I pumped plenty of cock milf into her for you to eat.”Linda looked down with amazement as Ed moved between her legs and began. I knew she was a fitness trainer and that he had lost his dad many years ago when he was young. He was a fine young man. I thought that maybe I could take her place but I couldn’t. That hurt me a little bit but I understood that I wasn’t her.I thought about what I should say because he was looking to me for advice or maybe just approval. What could I say, ‘have sex with your own mother?’ but he really cared for her. I could tell.“Jake” I began, “I know it’s wrong for most people but what.