I opened the door to let Jamal in. That black bastard kissed my wife and asked her about any fantasy in particular. Ana looked at him, telling she wan...ed to be taken and used by a group of men in one night, all them black and well hung.Jamal laughed and said that Trevor, one of his best friends, was getting married next month; so, my sexy wife could be part of the bachelor party entertainment during the next Saturday…He would tell his black friends, who were at least twelve guys, that he had. As it was waved under Abigail’s nose, she cringed. Her face was wet with their secretions and Abigail felt so small and helpless. There was terror in her eyes as the bone got a coating of grease and several drops of juice from the end of a cut pepper. Abigail saw the other three were watching her carefully as the old squaw got the bone ready. Nizhoni sat on her chest, squashing the air out of her. Doli held her sex open. Ooljee put the tip of the bone against her pisshole and worked it up. When Amala replied to his 'Who was that?' question by saying that it was her friend Priti that owned the shop that Amala occasionally helped in, Sunil did not believe her but then felt guilty about questioning and then disbelieving his own mother.In fact, Sunil was correct in not believing her because the text was from Patrick almost begging Amala to meet him but she did not answer straight away which prompted a second text and another question from Sunil, "Was that Priti again, why don't you. I lifted my head and place my mouth on hers, another gasp as my tongue forced its way inside. I now had one little tittie in each hand, stroking and pinching and twisting. I broke the kiss and replaced my mouth on one of her nipples, I could smell her pussy juice as it oozed from between her legs. I moved my hand to the inner part of the top of her legs not far from her streaming pussy, and mop us some of the juice with my fingers, I then smear the juice on one of her little titties and then.