I backed off and played with just the head again. He slid a hand into my hair and guided my mouth back down onto his cock, until he filled deep inside...my throat…I might wanted to feel that monster black cock in my pussy so I did stop, begging him to fuck me from behind.He stood and got behind me until I felt the smooth skin of his cock on my bottom. He then pulled the hem back down, trapping his hard cock inside my skirt. The rubbing began again. His hands returned to my tits. The crack of my. One evening as we sat chatting over a cup of tea, I announced that I was going crazy and that starting the next day I was going to be going back to work. I had expected some protesting or at least a series of questions from Mary; instead she said.‘I was wondering how long it was going to take before you dropped this façade of being a lady.’“I was too stunned to reply.”‘On my nights off I spend some time with a friend of mine who likes the tavern over which your establishment lies. I’ve seen you. “Yeah. Turns out that the last Messenger was here about 10,000 years ago. I’m not going to say that your messiah might not have been descended from him. It’s entirely possible he was. Some of the ages of people mentioned in your book ... the Bible ... are entirely within the lower end of our life spans. Here’s the thing. I said, before, that our peoples both came from common ancestors. Turns out I was slightly incorrect. You’re all actually descended from us.”The crowd, which had been really. Reaching back, she guided my shaft into her warm, velvety-smooth pussy.She rode me hard, like a Pony Express rider fleeing bandits. Our bodies slapped together. I grasped her hips to try and slow her pace; I wasn’t ready for this to end. She slowed her pace a little. I began to recite the 11 General Orders of a Sentry to try and postpone the inevitable. She pulled away from my rigid shaft and got on all fours.“I want your cum in my ass,” she said as she wiggled it at me. Still drenched from her.