She looked back and smiled. Her jeans now on the floor, she carefully stepped out of them then moved to the bed, laying on her stomach, facing away fr...m me. Then moved to her knees, on all fours and arched her back. Thats when I saw her secret, at least her secret she had been keeping from me. Hardly contained by her black thong was a hanging pair of totally hairless balls! The thin material running between them, caressing them and letting one hang over each side. I was speechless, but mostly. Ekdin jab Saloni mere ghar arahi thi to mein jan Buch kar apne room ka darwaja khula chaod diya our apne computer pe blue film lagake thode jyada volume deke dekhn laga our apne pent utar ke lund ko hila raha tha. Saloni andar ayi our mujhe dhundte hue mere kamre tak agayi, ajib si awajei sun ke wo darwaje ko thoda khol ke dekhne lagi samne lagi sise mein use dekhrahatha, wo mere 8” ke lund ko hi ghur rahi thi uski cehera ajibsa hone laga our Wo sikudne lagi mujhe laga uski chut gili hogayi he. .and I couldn't help but recall once again images of Omar fucking my wife with such vigor and lust; as well as Marta returning the same enthusiasm towards him!Neither of us knew just how we were going to break the news to either of our families back home, that yes, Marta was pregnant, BUT---not by ME, but by an African male, instead, and, what was more, it had not been an accident, but a well thought out and long planned plan! They'd be shocked at first, and maybe even upset, but they would. And many found themselves a different age altogether. I was one such person.As I was saying. I was happily playing in the park that day. It was a sunny afternoon and I was a happy little girl, for Daddy had bought me a brand new dress.My Mother and Father sat nearby under the shade of an old oak tree as I played with my dolls. They cuddled each other tenderly. Sleepy in each others arms.It was then that I noticed a man walk over and slump down on the bench opposite me. He was a young man. Tall.