I stood next to him. He handed me one of the coffees. I ordered it just the way you like it. I whispered, barely audible Thank you. and took a sip. Pu...pkin spice, my favorite. He wrapped his arm around me. You are so beautiful. What do you want with me? He chuckled. I already told you. Youre my mate. You have the mark upon you. Satan chose you for me. He sensed the darkness in your soul. Lets face it, no 16 year old has a master. And he knows all about a few months ago. I knew exactly what he. Her skin shone under the light, and her breasts were large, and I remembered how she liked having them sucked.I flipped the page and started laughing. The picture showed Nancy sitting in a chair. I was pulling my cock out of her. I remembered now, that I had heard a click when I that had happened. My cum was dribbling out of her and someone had written, 'insert here', and I wiped my eyes, and turned the page and it was the same picture as before, but instead of 'insert here, ' it said, 'Nine. He just walked over dropped his cock out and forced it into me while telling the boys to get out and watch the shop.The dads cock was at least 12inches long and as thick as a can of pop, it took my breath away as he slammed it into me while pulling my hair back so he could see my face, he started talking to me saying hi Wendy I knew I would get to fuck this fine ass one day, your little white dicked hubby could never keep a body like this satisfied. He then told me how he had been working with. Besides, this story is really more of social adventures not related to any dispute about geography or immigration issues. I am writing about things that should be of interest to both males and females and I suspect it doesn’t matter if a person came from Dallas, Texas or Timbuctoo.In the previous part of the story, my American born girlfriend Lucy had taken me to a party in her Aunt’s house where I had met two other American girls with loose morals. I am not being in the least bit critical.