Because the deceased owner was a sailor for his entire life I could imagine dark ports in Africa where he could have found this bargain. As she was pr...sented her dull black frock and her greased plaited hair repelled first my attraction, but then considering her hight - towering eight foot - and her mystic african eyes I reserved her service for a simple handful of coins to pay for her masters funeral. I called for a coach and commented her gently into my house and office. »Candela«, I said,. Wow. I just stared taking in her beauty!! She walked right in front of me to her chair. She sat on the chair with her legs spread open the whole time staring right into my eyes. I was trying to look over every detail of her hot body! Her pussy hair was closely trimmed. I also noticed her pussy was very wet. Her tits were firm C's topped with hard nipples the size of a pencil erasers. She had started chatting to me again and I was having a hard time listening as I trying to figure out what she. I met her out at her car. She had added only a thick coat to her ensemble, her blue pleated cheer skirt still fluttering in the winter chill.She hopped in, unlocked my door and started warming up her little red Grand Am.“Oooooh, it’s so COLD!” she complained, running her hands over her legs.“I can do that,” I husked, reaching over to run my hands over her goose-bumpy legs.“Ahhhh! Much better,” She cooed, wrapping her colds hands over my warm ones.The little car warmed up in a few minutes, and. Julie, if you really love me you'll do this for me."What could I do? He had me with that line. So I pulled my wet ass out of the stream and made my way over to the animal. He was quite calm as I ducked under the fence. I ran my hand along his flanks letting him know I was there and meant no harm. Gently I reach under his belly and touched the base of his shaft."Roger, it is so fucking thick. I cannot get my hand around it." Kneel down along side of the beast and hold it up with both hands."I.