Neend bhi nahi aa raha thi….tabhi maine dekha ki mere paas ek acha idea hai….kyun na mai apne bete ko use karu….tabhi maine blanket ke andar se ...pna haath mere beta mohan se lund par rakh diya aur dabaney laga….mohan so raha tha….maine uska pant ka hook khol diya aur underwear ko nichey karne laga….thodi der baad mai uskey lund ko bahar nikal diya aur dabaney laga……uska lund khada ho gaya tha…..pura 8 inch aur 3 inch mota kala lund mere haathon mein tha….mai use daba rahi thi…..aur apne doodh. Emily and l both shove a finger into Ali’s pussy and while Ali still keeps my full length inside her moaning so close to my dick becomes more and more intense, I manage to edge a bit longer, but then Ali comes and drowns my face in her transparent fluids and of course for me the bells ring too, there so far on the way to her esophagus and we simultaneously have this ‘almost to puke’ coughing attack, leaving us laughing our asses off. We untie the Gordian knot of those two white and two ebony. As the promised cane slipped hard against her clitoris, Lucy's submissive ecstasy was lustily spanked from her; Clara pushed her leg down to enhance the girl's sense of being owned and her own cunt now lusted for the tongue of the girl in homage to her domination. Lucy bucked and squirmed in utter submission as her cheeks were splayed by the relentless hand, writhing in ecstasy as she gave herself up completely; the thought of being caned by Headmistress Clara as her cleft grasped at the rod,. Well, Ed mused, Southern Tradition was fostering community, in a sense. A community of real Americans, not like the current occupants of the White House. Like anyone other than a white American should live there. It was a crime to watch that man and his family act as though they had a right to be in that building.Getting to that imposter in the White House was impossible, Ed knew that, unless someone wanted to try a suicide mission, but suicide missions were for fucking ragheads, not real.