I stood there pressing my lips against his, opening my mouth to let his tongue explore my mouth and driving my tongue into his. I felt his one ar... go around my neck and the other around my back as he squeezed me tight, keeping his hot lips pressed against mine. God, I was in heaven. So sensual was his kiss, so exciting the idea and feeling of a black man kissing me and knowing Jon had approved of it, it made me tremble inside as my heart beat ever faster. He now moved down to my neck and. The Mother Superior had let me in until I repaired my bike and had let my cuts and bruises got better. At that time it was operating as a Refuge for beaten and abused wives and it was run partially by the remaining nuns and partially by French professional care workers.I had obtained my Honours degree in Modern Languages and I had immediately been employed by the European Union. By hard work over ten years, I had risen to the position of Assistant Commissioner. I had personally obtained a grant. I got up, straddled her thighs and crouched on my knees, leaning onto her, and then started cupping, fondling her fatty breasts. My stiff cock was pushing into her belly as if looking for a hole. She licked her hand, fondled my cock and placed it between two sweaty folds of fat. Actually felt pretty damn good. And she kept kissing. I sat back, kissed her neck and started to run my hands down to her exposed breasts. Though large, die to fat, her breasts are really kind of small, with. "So, one time a bull had to be castrated," I tell him. "His balls were too big for bands, so I had to take them manually," I continue. His cock is starting to harden up. "It would be in your best interest to NOT cum," I state. "So, my mom had the farm hands tie down this 600 pound beautiful, strong beast. I take his ball sack in my hands and cut it open. I grabbed his huge balls, cut them off at the cord, then cauterized them," I told him. Turned on by my hands, he was fully erect, but.