Becca squeezed his arm sympathetically."I never knew my father," said Becca, "and my mother was murdered." Shit! How old were you?" Five." Shit! What ...re you doing now? You've got smart clothes and all and you talk proper."Becca told him about Steven and the Damsels."He sounds a good bloke." He is, Garry. The best. That's why I married him." She smiled up at him.They walked on in silence for a moment."Why have you decided to talk to me?" Becca asked.Garry shrugged. "'Cos you were there for me. He wasn’t the large, sexy, Black thug that she had fantasized about fucking her. However, his cock was so wonderful, and his Black cock fucking was so wonderful, that she had stopped being disappointed. But now, Dazhawn had bought her. He was the kind of gorgeous, sexy, dominant Black thug that she had fantasized about. She was finally living her fantasy!When they got to Tyrone’s apartments, the other two sluts were there along with Tyrone. Tyrone explained that he had sold the sluts to Dazhawn. My mind was still on the same subject at the dinner table as I was thinking how my harem stacked up against those leathery, tattooed bikini queens."How much pussy do you need?" my father asked as he passed the chicken parm. As a man getting more than any three men, it was odd he bring that up. But it was a valid question. Could I make this into something more than a teenage fixation?So I e-mailed Mr. Smith. Surprisingly, he called me the following evening."Great shit. Thanks," he said by means. “Yes, yes, oh yes, I want it, go on, go on, fuck my arse, it's fantastic ohhhh!” and all three of them concentrated on their own actions. Kathy held herself firm to the intrusions, enjoying every second, Damali held her fingers inside the anus, pulling it apart and jiggling her movements round the skin, and Asif now concentrated on the glorious fuck he was having in the young woman's arse. He was thrusting as hard as he could, getting right into depths, his cock fully embedding in the bottom.