"But..." She pleaded.I had moved between her legs. My thumb pressed against her asshole as I used my other hand to guide the large circumcised head be...ween her big pussy flaps. She wiggled her ass against my cock and pushed back engulfing half of my erection. I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her Dreadlocks and pulled viciously back as I rammed my cock in to the hilt. My big balls slapping against her pussy. I rammed my hard cock violently in to her sopping wet cunt, asserting my. “I ... I know what I wanted to happen after we got here,” she said and immediately blushed (I was really learning to love the way she blushed), “and I didn’t want any distractions.”Then she blushed even more before adding something else.“And once I found out how ... adequate ... you were as a lover, I never even thought about my phone!” She said that last with a huge smile on her face.“Adequate?” I demanded, “ADEQUATE?”Julie actually giggled.“Unbelievably, incredibly, amazingly, stupendously. Velamma was fired up thinking about what she might do. And she didn’t watch where she was going and fell into a hole in the floor.Velamma: Help! Help! I don’t want to die! Help!She screamed loud enough for a senior worker to run over and spot her. He asked her what happened, and she promised to explain when he got her out of her hole.Worker: Udash! Get the extended ladder.Velamma: Thank goodness you were here!Worker: You’re lucky. Almost everyone had left already, and we were just about. ”“Phil, this is Emma. Have you seen today’s Philadelphia Inquirer?”He sat up, instantly on guard. “No, what happened? Did our little demonstration in the cemetery blow up in my face?”“I suggest you read it, but so you don’t stress out about it, I’ll summarize. Peter Woodward wrote a short letter to the editor, which triggered a major article in the op-ed section.”“Who the hell is he?”“Don’t worry about the name, but your story has started to percolate onto the national news sites. He saw what.