She had all her own furniture and knew justhow she wanted the room to be. I had to make a couple trips to the storeto get wallpaper and paint but I wa... glad to do it. The idea of havingsuch a beautiful girl living in my house made me eager to do anything shewanted.I was even more delighted that since it was summer, Heather didn't haveschool and would be at home for the next couple months. Being new to thearea I knew she didn't have any friends to hang out with so I knew shewould be spending. She was already there, seated at the table of the restaurant, looking just as one would think a woman who called herself Mother Africa would look. She wore her hair in a big Afro like a character from a 70s Blaxplotation flick. Without any makeup at all, her brown complexion was glowing and radiant. She wore a t-shirt with some sort of graphic design of an African mask on it that accentuated her rather large breasts and a long denim skirt that reached the floor. Her Timberland boots were so. Marcia gasped as the intruding digits were removed from her mouth and vagina. She was told to roll over. The firm hands parted her butt cheeks and one latex clad finger, slick with Marcia’s bodily fluids, probed her anus, pushing its way in to what was obviously Marcia’s virgin asshole.It has to be said that the Negress was enjoying herself. She marvelled that the white girl had put up no resistance whatsoever and had even been turned on by the whole depraved and sordid business. More than. I felt it hit something and there was a tiny moment of pain. I backed off and did it again. After the third time the pain was minimal and on the fourth pull inside I felt it, I felt whatever was stopping the insertion gave way and I felt the cock go in so deep that when it went in my hand rested against my mound. I had to move my hand further down the shaft to get another grip to continue fucking myself.The feeling of it inside of my belly and the pleasure it gave me was so intense that I.