He knew just how much weight to rest on my body and how slowly to fuck to last longer than the first two. My butt was so sore that I was gasping for ...ir as the pain became more intense. Finally his huge fuck tool seem to engorge and fill my anal canal to it's extent. With a deep sigh I from my fat fucker he flooded my insides with copious amounts of baby making juices. We all heard his cock and my ass hole making wet slurping sounds as he fucked me. I could feel the fluids as they escaped. “Wow,” She whispered when my tip left her mouth, braids of precum bridging her lips, “there is something in your seed, Elena.”I pushed her breasts together, my thumbs pressing into the nipples. “And how does it make you feel?”“Hungry for more!” She gasped, and dove back down. As she took me into her throat, she parted the fingers of her exploring hand, and inserted two in my pussy, and two in my ass. The tattooist had to press down on my back to keep it from arching. Sherok winked, her lips. Lots of folks on both sides of the conflict would be quick to blame the whole affair on the nasty business of slavery.I have to admit that I wasn’t one of those simple-minded citizens that relegated the sobering consequences of the struggle to that basic area of contention between the sovereign states. My primary reluctance to shrug off the evil of slavery as the main reason for the hostilities was because I had long suspected that the root cause was really the “States Rights” issue that. She just held me tightly until I relaxed, and then held me tenderly while my breathing returned to normal.Somehow, we drifted off.Six hours later I woke up for the first time in my life with a warm, naked body pressed against me.I just read over that last little bit, where I tried to express some measure of what happened and how we felt. It’s inadequate, but it’s all I’ve got. Describing the next morning is a little easier.Thankfully, I had set my alarm clock before she came to my room. It woke.