I struggle but am far too petite to fight for my freedom, yet with my mouth covered; I find I cannot even scream to save myself. As my mind races to c...me up with a viable plan of escape, I feel something slide over my eyes, and I am in total darkness. Now more than ever, I fight my attacker. If I can only break free…The thought dies a painful death as the hand over my mouth is replaced by a fat ball that fits securely around my head. In the dark with this,…this thing in my mouth I can hear an. As if she was nothing. Tommy's only response was a throaty gurgle in the pussy of the Persian slut. Had he even heard her?Everyone heard the muffled squeal from the gnarly old groundskeeper as he began his latest orgasm into the black chick. Clearly, it was an impressive spew. He spasmed as his dick jetted white life into the welcoming womb of his nude lover. He seemed to continue thrashing with orgasmic delight for over thirty seconds, cumming all the while. Strange; Celeste seemed to remember. "By some miracle, Whitney didn't get pregnant by the time she left the Mission Home. After high school graduation, she was asked to join the convent and become a nun. If not, she was pretty much on her own. I told her I had an extra bedroom, and she was welcome to stay with me until she found a job and a place of her own. In fact, I found her a job at our sporting goods store.The first week together was a matter of organizing our schedules and making sure neither of us invaded the other's. "Were you planning on fucking my son tonight Brianna?" Mr. Carnegie asked with a devious smile plastered across his face.She couldn't speak; she only shook her head to deny it."Really?" he said playfully. Then suddenly he reached under Brianna's dress and grabbed hold of her bare womanhood. "Then this must be for me," he concluded.He pulled her in and began to massage her lips with his fingers while his other hand made its way to her perfectly round ass. Still Brianna stood motionless and.