"Don't I feel the same as what?" Greta answered, feigning ignorance."Sort of feel at home here. Comfortable."Greta looked about her. "Well, yes, I see...what you mean. It's very peaceful and relaxing."Joseph returned, and sat opposite Greta while Angela continued to make the coffee."There are biscuits in the square tin," he pointed out to Angela, and she dutifully put a number out on a plate, setting it and the mugs of steaming liquid before them."Home made?" asked Greta.Joseph nodded. "Most. .. du hast mir sehr geholfen ... ichbrauchen den Platz hier dringend ... und du brauchst die Flaschedringend."Ich grinste und bedankte mich."H?r zu mein Kind ... das ist jetzt sehr wichtig. F?lle die Flasche aufund heute genau um Mitternacht trinkst du sie in einem Zug leer und sagstdreimal laut einen sehnlichsten Wunsch ... das ist wichtig ... du darfstdein Gl?ck nicht ungenutzt verstreichen lassen. Versprich mir das."Ich war verwirrt aber versprach es am Ende ihr.Ich ging heim und f?hlte die. Letting my cock slide out his mouth saliva running down the sides. his eyes lowered as he began to consume my balls. jerking my meat with both hands as his tongue and lips French kiss all over my low hanging smooth black balls. unable to wait any longer I push him out from between my legs. "lay on your back and get those legs up" without hesitation my sissy little slut laid back on the legs spread as wide as they could possibly go. lubing up my 8in very thick black baby maker, I can see my. I cried out and arched my neck, my eyes still closed. “No . . . no it’s not,” I lied. I felt myself get even wetter. He was pumping his fingers in and out in and out. I hated myself for feeling good. “Please, stop . . . stop it.”“You don’t want me to stop,” I heard him say. I heard him unzip the front of his pants. “Yes I do . . . please . . .” I whined, and I heard him laugh.“Then why are you moving your hips on your own?”I opened my eyes and glanced down. He wasn’t moving his fingers at all..