I knew I was about to hear something her mother thought we should do.I would listen and then give her an answer.Every detail had been taken care of by...the first of December. Fay had a small suitcase packed for her trip to the hospital. She was to go from the hospital to her parent's home for a few days. Her mother would care for the baby and she could rest in bed for that few days.Diapers were there, a tiny bassinet and other things were in place at her mothers.Fay worked through the first week. Appropriately enough, and completely by chance, the music was Don Henley’s ‘The End of Innocence.’ As they swayed slowly, she pressed her cheek against his, sighing softly in his ear. All her senses were filled with him, with his smell and his breathing and the rough texture of his wool jacket beneath her fingertips. And as far as John was concerned, Amy was everything he’d thought she would be. As he rubbed his hand up and down her back, he was very much aware of just how close she was and. They were black in color and very hard. Her breasts were shaped like ripe mangoes. She had a very slight tummy that curved inwards where a tuft of jet black hair covered her precious pink pussy. I started stroking her body more like giving her a massage. I squeezed those ripe mangoes pinched her nipples hard. I inserted 3 fingers inside her cunt and roughly pushed them in and out.I fell upon her pussy and started sucking her juiced hard. I bit her clit gently first and hard after sometime. She. “Now if any girls or women seem interested, by all means, make her do all of them that want it.”I had still been physically messing with her the whole time that I was talking. Somewhere in there, she had started to push back against my hand, meaning that she was looking for more. When I suddenly removed my hand, she gave a very audible moan of frustration. Everyone pretended not to hear it.She was already in serious need, and her night of shame hadn’t even really started yet.Good.I walked over.