‘And you shouldn’t die for doing a good thing. Besides, you saved my head more than once in the bush’. ‘But the ‘good thing’ I did had in...erfered with your interests and your relations had died there.’ Chidebem ignored his last statement as he probed him for answers. ‘It’s their interests, not mine. I don’t share their slave dealing profits with them. As for my relations dying there, they got what they deserved in my own consideration.’ There was a snap in his voice and his lips tightened. . Bruce then bent her over the bathtub and started fucking her hard from behind, his nuts slapping against her asscheeks. When he was ready to cum, he grabbed her by her long, dark hair and jacked his dick in her face, grunting as his spurts of cum erupted into her face, into her hair, and into the tub.A few more of us fucked her and splooged on her face while she was up against the tub. Then we carried her outside for the final object. Joey spread a towel on the grass and we laid Dia on her. My dad is a business man and always keeps traveling, my mom is a house wife and i have completed my studies and doing a job in a small company .my mom always wears only sarees, in my childhood she used change her saree in front of me mostly. This is the story about how the new relation started between me and my mom as wife and husband. Because we live our life now as husband and wife. After my puberty i always used to masturbate imagining hot actresses, sometimes my teachers in the school who. As we kissed I moved my hand on her arse feeling the softness and gave a slight squeeze. She brushed harder against my dick, and kept rubbing her body to it. We parted our lips, and I continued to kiss her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. And while I did that, I kept moving my hand on her waist, moving slowly towards her bare navel. She moaned slightly, and was grabbing my hair. She felt wobbly, and I knew she was getting weak in her knees.She was completely under my control, and I just knew that.