Do you think you’ve exhibited signs of mania and depression in the past? Wild mood swings? Reactions to stress? Think about it a bit before you answ...r.”I immediately knew, without having to think about it, that Jennifer was onto something. My reactions to stress. How easily I got down in the dumps about things. Perhaps it wasn’t as extreme as my sister, and it certainly wasn’t as extreme as my mom, but it was there. But as I got older, the symptoms had lessened. Or had they, really? I thought. If her daughter grew to half her mother's beauty she'd still be striking.I watched the woman rise from the bed and stand in front of me, her midriff and dark skirt becoming framed by the lens. She reached behind her hips and unzipped, the skirt dropping to the floor before she stepped out of it. Her panties were UCLA blue cotton. Not lacy or racy, but functional and smooth and alluring. The camera caught strands of dark hair peeking from the edges where they met her thighs. She didn't miss the. My both holes were sore after enduring Jamal’s cock; but I wanted even more.“Do not be scared, bitch… you can take it up your slutty ass..."He said the bed would be more comfortable; so he made me get on all fours again, my ass facing him. Again I buried my face down; my butt sticking out for him and waiting for his huge black cock.I wanted his cock up my ass, but I then felt his tongue on my buttocks, licking my crack from pussy to my tiny rear hole.I let out a long and deep moan. His tongue. ? ?Thank you Madam,? I said. ?In that case take that you bitch,? I said and I slammed into her.?Not quite what I had in mind,? she laughed, ?I would prefer less talking and more effort.?No kissing, no talking, it was like using an Army brothel again except I did not have my army issue prophylactic sheath.Suddenly the passion built to a crescendo, the volcano was about to erupt, ?Madam,? I said urgently, ?I think I had better.?But she grasped my buttocks, ?Yes!? she said, ?Release fill me, flood.