” “Really?” she squealed. Leaping up from the bed she pushed the brush at me. “Give me six; I want to know what it’s like.” “Okay,” ... said grabbing the thing off her, “I guess I owe you that. Over my knee,” I ordered getting into the spirit of things. It was weird enough bending over Mia’s knee but her bending over mine was equally strange. I whipped back her skirt and smoothed the back of the hairbrush over the seat of her white panties. “Aaaah! ... Yeeeooowwch!” she yelped at the first. Jazz said he could spunk about 5 times with a full load in the evening, spunking to order and pleasure. Mostly the black girls rode him, he lifting them up and down with their willing big firm asses, sucking their tits. Once all the girls were loaded the official ceremony would be over. Then the officials and elders would choose a girl they fancied and take her for their own for the evening, fancying his own chance to breed her, even though she is already loaded by a stranger. Again the ugly. Sorry I didn't make it back last night. Since you knew what was going on, and er ... and besides I thought you might need some time to yourself to let things sink in sort of ..." I replied politely, but coolly. It was definitely not with the warmth and radiance with which she was beaming. She sat opposite me as she enjoyed her coffee. I couldn't meet her eyes, she looked so beautiful to me. I cringed because I knew the serene look she wore was because of another man, obviously a better man. ‘It went well, but he isn’t my type. We are just friends.’ ‘No sparks when he kissed you eh?’ her dad asked shaking his head. ‘Daddy!’ Mallory hissed. ‘He didn’t kiss me.’ ‘Ah, so there is hope yet!’ Macey sang. Mallory shook her head and followed her somewhat dysfunctional family into the dining room. Her mother had already set the table and Mallory took her seat across from Macey. The conversation bounced around from topic to topic. Her mother had ordered her to bring Ryan to the next family.