But I do take on European and African women also whenever the opportunity arises. This was a unique experience that took place this month (December 20...0) and lasted for a whole week in a posh hotel nearby the tourist resort.It was as I was sitting at the beach looking for prospective sex partners that five women in their early twenties walked past me. Later I found out that that they were American tourists. Four of them white Americans, and the fifth a black American. Out of the five one of. There, sitting on the sofa was his wife. She actually wasn't half bad. Like him, she was short & pudgy but she had huge hanging boobs and a pretty face topped with short brown hair. She had on glasses and kind of looked like an older Velma from Scooby-Doo. She looked a bit shocked to see me walk in behind her husband, but smiled when she took a good look at me. "And what have you brought me home there Robert?" She said. He replied "This is Jon...and I need help with his big cock! She. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers raking his back as I pumped my hips. I needed to cum again. I needed to feel my father's seed pouring into me."Oh, yes!" I groaned. "Fuck me, Daddy! Harder! Oh, I'm going to cum again!"My little cunt spasmed on my Father's cock as he pounded me. I could only moan wordlessly and pump my hips. I learned to grind my clit into his groin, and that pleasure quickly built another orgasm inside me. His rod kept pistoning into me, faster, harder, more frantic. I. The ruler, the conqueror, the master. Soon. His smile faded. Damian. His perfect, sainted half-brother. The one who inherited everything. The good one. The one who was so considerate that he intervened with the Archbishop to ensure that Draco’s position within the church was secured, by transferring the deed to the land on which the majestic building which was now St. Therese’s stood. The only one, in the eyes of the ton, who cared anything for the good-for-nothing, black sheep of the family..