.no deal! She made it perfectly clear that her ass hole was in play and I sunk my middle finger as deep as I could go and started to saw it in and out...of her hole. She met every thrust with a moan and a buck of her hips until I thought she was going to cum! I finally pulled out and cleaned off my finger before working down her legs to her feet, a very sensual place to play and she loved it when I gave each of her toes a tiny blowjob. I had her turn over and I worked my way up her legs to her. Athletic build, natural D cup breasts, sea-green eyes, and perfectly groomed blonde hair. Oh, and that ass! Let’s just say, Sir Mix a Lot would have been proud. I mean, damn, I just about blew my top every time I saw her. I think she had that affect on every guy. And she was mine. Why I had no clue, but I sure as hell didn’t take it for granted. I fucked her brains out every chance I got. And let me tell ya, she fucks even better than she looks.Anyway, I didn’t pull you to the side to tell you. “Please take this seriously. Come out here to the living room, sit down here and listen to me.”I picked up the remote control and turned down the volume as I went to the living room to sit at the spot on the couch where she pointed. I looked at her with my eyebrows raised and my eyes wide open, as she began to pace back and forth in our living room. She was building her courage to say something.“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I’ve decided that I want us to have an open. ” She is lost in deep thought of what will come out of all this mess.“Tell that damn ghost of a woman, in her very own language, that she cannot insult our gods with impunity by yoking her foreign spirits with ours,” Lualua shouts angrily at Kwame. “Muleya, your father, must be turning in his grave. You are a disgrace, Kwame,” he says, throwing fine soil in the direction of the totem and later, Muleya’s grave.“My, elders, please. Deal with Kwame. Not his wife. She’s just a victim of love. Deal.