I don't want you to spill a drop. If one drop spills out of that whore mouth... well, it had better not!" I warned. And a moment later I exploded in h...r mouth. Lorna began swallowing for all she was worth - she didn't know how big a load I carried, so she wanted to make sure she didn't get too much in her mouth at once. I did a pretty good job of refilling it too, for a bit. I must have shot six or seven big jets of cum before I began to slow down and, after about nine spurts, I was empty. She. She didn't want to be in a peaceful demonstration that then became a full-fledged riot. That was bad not only because innocent people got killed and lynched, but also because it was a dangerous place to be.On the other hand, things had got so bad since the Government of National Unity took power that even Iris could see the point of protesting. And now here she was at Hyde Park gathered together with tens, maybe hundreds, of thousands of people in a demonstration whose route would take them to. In an ideal world I would have lain still, listened to her whifflingbreaths and perhaps dozed off myself. I felt warmed by the notion thatshe thought enough of me and had been worried enough to have stayedwith me. Despite only having met her a couple of days ago, indisturbing circumstances, I was pleased to see her.But this wasn't an ideal world. In this world one of my many achesstood out with strident, painful urgency - if I didn't get out of bedand find a loo pretty quickly there would be an. And then the blond guy knelt over her face and started face fucking her. I have never seen anything so hot in all my life. Finally, her moment in the sun seemed to come to an end, as they wanted to make the rounds and get money from the other ladies. But even from the overhead view, you could see the huge wet spot left in her panties when the black guy got from between her legs. They helped my wife to her feet, and each kissed her cheek. Then they went around the circle. I watched as my mother.