Circling each other, both growling, and drooling.I recognized it for what it was, the premating show of aggression beforehe submitted to her.I could h...ar excited curious kittens as they walked past on the sidewalkjust on the other side of high wall of hedges that provided privacy tothis little area. They were headed for Dinner, and could hear but not seewhat was happening."Precious, stay," I commanded as I made the short trip next door."Ambassador Ray, I gather you were not informed about. The guy behind the counter smiled at me. “Good to see you again” he said. I said thanks and he ask what could he do for me today. I said. Could I use one of his rooms? He said sure that would be $30 so I handed over my $30. “Take anyone you like” he said. I entered the middle room, left the light on and proceeded to undress, slipping off shoes, trousers and coat. I then sat on the chair and leaned back with my legs outstretched and slightly parted. I sat for what seemed like 10. She told me to stop but she kept meeting my thrust so I figured she was liking what was happening. I reached around and held her tight and then found her clit and rubbed it hard as I slapped her ass. Mom pushed back against me trying to get my cock as deep into her as she could then she exploded with a huge orgasim. Her pussy clamped down hard on my cock as she collasped onto the bed. I could hold back no longer and with my cock planted deep in my mom's cunt I unloaded a large sticky load of. I’m a busty, curvy and big-bottomed chick, and I am thankful for the Islamic robes which hide my assets because I look good in them. I don’t look good in form-fitting western clothing, not with those curves of mine. My father, Kader Khalid is Somali, and my mother, Elisabeth Monroe, is white. They met in college, and fell in love, got married and had little old me. My parents came from two different worlds. My father was born and raised in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and moved to Ontario,.