I also needed to clean up the room to make sure that Terry had no idea of what we'd done.Fred promised to call me that night and left.When I arrived a... my parents' house, they didn't understand what was going on. My parents loved Terry, and me coming home had them worried. I told them that Terry was just working on a project and needed some space.It worked for the first few days, but on Saturday morning, I awoke to find only my mother in the house."Where's dad?" I asked her over coffee."He. Ann was proper gasping saying Slow Slow, he was taking his time and i looked at the other 3 and said this is her 1st time for anal she has never let me do it cos she thinks its wrong so C. is getting the honour of taking her cherry.C. was now ball deep in her arse but he was being really gentle with her Ann was doing the work making all the moves until she was stretched enough for him to fuck her hard, C. was patient with her then he just went for it, he grabbed her hips and his thrusts got. “We may have to spend a lot of time together doing the paperwork.” “I know,” he sighed. “And, sadly, you would have to try out a lot of the stock for me.” Claire giggled. “I suppose someone has to make the sacrifice.” Karl laughed. Claire glanced down at him. There was a bulge in his slacks. “I hope when we are working closely together there will be... none of that.” Karl looked down as well and smiled. “We will have to make sure that we have adequate office space.” Claire laughed. “You. It’s true that I have awful luck but once you see the details you will be as astounded as I am. My name is Antonia Tartaglia. A tall and very voluptuous young Black woman of Jamaican and Italian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. These days I attend Carleton University. Born to an Italian father and Jamaican mother, I am a gal with a complicated life. Simply put, my parents don’t approve of my penchant for exclusively dating Black men. Especially tall, dark-skinned Black.