Now for the cunt and now she really voiced her reaction. He pushed them down, revealing a very attractive bottom, but his target was the hairy goal an... he pumped and caressed that crack till her ‘Ahhh’s’ were like an echo. He dropped his trousers and pushed her into a bent position over the table, inserted his cock and thrust and May erupted, she was like a horse being broken in; her whole being exploded, her tits bounced and swung and because of their size, knocked a vase that was on the table. We went up stairs toa big bedroom, where Marge offered me a thin, silk, pink nightie withmatching bikini."I always nap now. You can nap too," she cooed. We changed, and lieddown. I snuggled up with her. We napped for 90 minutes. Then came a swim.I had my own swimsuit, but Marge gave me one. We both went out wearingtiny blue bikinis. We swam around for a while. Then I asked her, "Can Iswim nude? Do you mind?" No. in fact that's how I usually swim!" We removed our suits and looked each other up. ” She closed her eyes as she said it, embarrassment intensifying. She sounded like a whore. No, not even a whore. Whores are paid for their services. They get fucked, but only because their John wants to fuck them. Their own wants are irrelevant. She sounded like a slut. A slut lying in bed, telling the guy to hurry up and get it over with. To make her come. To do it hard and fast and get out of her bed so she can roll over and go to sleep and go out the next day and do it again. Not like a. Youare my woman, and I live in your body." He just wouldn't stop kissing me,and for the first time in the course of our relationship I couldn't holdback the tears. Tears of Happiness with a capital H. When he saw mecrying, Mustapha started kissing my eyes to dry my tears. He said thetears of a woman are like diamonds. A man has to dry them with kisses andkeep those gems in his heart, to give them back to her through thesweetest kisses. I fully belonged to Mustapha now. He had fertilized mewith.