And then I find myself, fumbling slightly as my hands are trembling,pulling on the girls' pants and struggling into the dress. With somedifficulty, I...locate and pull up the zip at the back of the dress and,calmer now, put on the lilac socks and shiny shoes. I walk hesitantlydownstairs.My mother is standing by the living room window looking out at nothing inparticular. She is wearing a black skirt and a cream blouse. She turnsround as she hears me come in, and then, gloriously, gives me a. I started pounding her in the doggy style and then I moved back to Charlotte who was still in doggy style and having a blast with Jamil.As I inserted my dick in Charlotte, she moans louder and started feeling the pain as well. I kept on pounding hard and then I change her position and I put her legs on my shoulders and started again pounding my dick in her whereas Jamil started to cum in Julie and they both finished and lied down on the side.Now, I and Charlotte were only playing and she was. The question now was, were they the same Bedouin who had kidnapped Safie. She was loath to do it but there was only one way to find out. Trying to sneak a view inside would be perilously dangerous but before her failure to take risks had lost her her pursuit. This would be her last chance.The warehouse stood on the very edge of town by the rope bridge that spanned the ravine. A prime location for commerce, doubly so if the river at the bottom of the ravine ever had water in it. A few scattered. The black stud spread wide her legs and started sliding that black massive c**k into her. Her moans turned to screams as he started pumping her rhythmically like only Blacks can do. She bawled like a ghoul when he shoved it hard and deep into her. He pumped her harder and harder. I could not believe how long this fine Black specimen of a man could f**k her. Don, Janine and I were just as turned on as she was. Then the black stud rammed his whole c**k into her as both of them screamed in.