I could not beleive his stamina; but his black cock was growing full erect again as he watched my wife`s sexy long legs.“Well well, my bitch… just...in time, now is your turn with my hard cock”.He reached out and grabbed Anita`s wrist. Then he just dragged her upstairs to our bedroom. Little Clara stayed ther on the sofa; her nice legs spread open and his sweet vagina leaking some semen. She looked absolutely wasted after a wild sex session with that black lucky bastard…I enjoyed a few second. "This time I just sat there, my mind not ready to take in what I had heard."You need to have a meeting with your late uncle's rental agency," he said. "They will have all the details of his properties." Yes, right," I said, still a bit dazed.Ninety seven million pounds and two hundred thousands pounds a month to spend. The rest of the day passed in a daze and then I was at home again."Did he leave you his apartment?" my mother asked as I sat down for my tea. "I always like that place, great. I didn’t brake hard as normally people do in such situations, because there was no need to press already pressed breasts. While I was enjoying her soft breasts imagining its shape and will i have a chance that day to cup her breasts with my bare hands with her consent, she asked me how old I was and I told 18 and I asked her, she replied 26, I flattered her saying she just looks 20 and never 26. She asked me what feature of her made me think that she was 20 and not 26. I did not see that one. Emma was mystified. She tried rubbing at the marks with soap and water, but to no avail. They did indeed appear to be tattoos. She hated tattoos! She loathed earrings, and especially navel-rings, thank goodness they hadn’t given her nipple-rings as well! She even disliked her shaven bald pussy – it hadn’t looked like that for over ten years. This had to be some sick joke. Surely Max couldn’t be responsible for this! She wrapped the bathrobe around herself, and went back to the table, again.