We were typical first time parents, we read anything and everything about having kids and we followed all of the rules. Both of us were deeply in love...and we dearly wanted you. The day you were born was a Wednesday, which was payday back then for your dad, a wet, cold day in the middle of winter, so I was out doing the shopping when I had the first contraction, two weeks late I might add. Mobile phones were as rare as hen's teeth back then so it wasn't like I could just ring your dad and tell. She was so disconnected in fact, that she was barely aware that with one of her heaving breaths, ‘Cassea Voss,’ escaped her lips. Like a candle snuffed, she was taken from the pits of misery to heights of ecstasy. The illness now simply gone, she gave herself to the joy in her body that every nerve sang its own song of. When she came back to the now, he watched her with satisfaction while she looked at him with burning hatred, hatred for what he was, hatred that the Goddess could grant power. She leaned into me and asked something in Spanish that I could hardly hear , because of my pounding heart , and I started babbling some thing back in , ahh you'r English she said in a heavy accent , I nodded like an idiot , "I love English men she said, so sexy , with that she just leaned in and kissed me ,By now I had just about composed myself , so I responded , kissing her back passionately , we kissed for a while and she reached down and put my hands on her tits , I groped and fondled her. Hafsah and Patrick soon cuddled and Patrick had his arms all over Hafsah's giant Pakistani ass, whilst both their tongues met. On the other hand Hafsah had hugged her small arms around Patrick's tall muscular frame. Patrick then asked 'Where are we going to fuck?' Hafsah responded by saying 'as it is jummah and I am in my hijab I could worship your big black cock in the prayer room.' Patrick grinned and was visibly excited by the gesture he then said 'Osman pays for all this and I get the.