Then I started rubbing all over it, though her bra was still in place. I sometimes tickled her and everytime I did, she moved suddenly with a shy smil....“Qamaar…do not…tickle me please” she said, so I stopped tickling her, but I kept rubbing.Later, I unhooked her bra and pulled it to both sides, uncovering her back completely. Then I slid my hand into her gown and grabbed her right boob. I kept massaging it for a while. She smiled and looked at my right hand.As I pinched her night nipple, she. When my sperm hit her she told me how much it made her feel loved that I was getting so turned on by what was happening to her and that if I really truly loved her I would prove it to her by making certain that I force her to be a total slut to black cocks and make certain that this all happens again and again and again with hundreds of black guys. But most of all, if I truly loved her, I would make certain that she was repeatedly impregnated by black guys again and again.Jim started to slow. The words were strong and it carried a lot of meaning. I would have been fine if it was something about her body or even sex related, but this was an emotional statement that she seemed very pleased to receive. I monitored their message exchanges after that by logging in from my computer to read them without her knowing. I felt so jealous and kind of wrong for spying on her, but I needed to know if anything inappropriate was happening. Up until this point I had never seen any direct messaging. " Oh mum," I sighed, "of course she doesn't." Want to bet?" my mother laughed, "Go on, ask her to dance and have some fun. You're only young once you know."Sighing again I made my way over to the bar and Maureen, to be honest she was very pretty, even if her blonde hair did come from a bottle it suited her. Trying to smile despite the fact that I still felt down I opened my mouth to ask Maureen to dance."I'd love to." She laughed before I could utter a word.Grabbing one of my hands she headed.