“Muther fucker, shit! Cumming” he whispered! She felt his cock coughing cum into her as he said, “Damn it, I wanted to fuck you for a while”! ...he looked at her watch saying, “That was only 2 minutes, you got time” and laughed quietly. She dropped to the floor, turned over saying, “climb on”. He was between her legs stroking this time “Oh hell yeah, this is more like it! I get to feel your body and cunt”! He rode her as she watched the time as it grew short, she folded her legs back. He slid. But any sign of this sorrow would have been a disaster. Her full burqa helped hide the loss.Abby and I noticed that Michal was also melancholy in the first days after the child was gone, though she had absolutely no memory of him, knowing of him only through her diary. Abby and I have a private theory that Michal's emotional bonding to the child went beyond physical memory, beyond the hormonal changes at the end of lactation. We're not sure what we could ever do with this knowledge, and we are. As I stared at him indignantly, Fergus crept closer to me, until we were inches from each other. That’s when the creepy old white dude called me a towel head to my face, and asked me if my hair was nappy under my Hijab. Oh, and then Fergus laid a hand on my shoulder. When he did that, I lost it. I didn’t even think about it. I simply reacted. Translation? I slapped the hell out of Fergus, and the old white bozo stopped smirking, and pressed his hand against his reddening face. There was. I straddled his naked body on the floor and rubbed his dick all over the outside of my pussy. I used my mouth to lick off all of my pussy juices like a lollipop and then proceeded in sliding the tip into my vagina. I slowly bounced on it with just the head inside of me. Damn that pussy is soo wet. I wanna make it squirt! I dropped my ass down and his big black cock plunged all the way inside me. As I lifted up off of it I squeezed the muscles inside me so that they gripped tightly around his.