Mother was cuming and shouting out obscene words. Masala thrusted his ebony tree trunk legs and fired a hot round of African filth up her willing cunt...and womb, where his sensitive cock slit was buried right now. He pulled her left, yelled out with pleasure, then right, and then left then right. He was making sure he had his spunk spread over her womb innards and fallopian tubes blasted full.She was like a sex doll, all limp, but the fuck organs holding out well for the angry onslaught! He. He could now tell that there was definitely a pouch to her stomach. It was almost undeterminable, but he could tell that she had a little more flesh there. Strangely, he found himself wondering if it was a boy or a girl.With a gentle touch, he kissed her entire stomach before moving lower. Slowly he licked her flesh below her navel until he reached her now swollen lips. They too looked different... more pronounced with an almost purple color. With a moan, he covered her swollen flesh and sucked. I placed the drinks on the table, and regained my seat. “You filmed them Gerry? I asked.“One of them, but not the others,” Gerry said “She worked for a Dutch company, Triple X, and a guy in South London, I know she enjoyed that shoot, she told me, and did a couple more. There was talk of America, but I don’t know if that happened. That was around the time she packed it in“Was she good?” I asked. I didn’t know why.“She could have made a fortune. They still sell, her DVD’s, and sell well.” We. I like dreesing chicly— it’s the attitude projected that makesthing sexy. But, there was this pair of panty hose that was not just crotchlessbut more like a garter belt with stockings. Just a band above my hips and assand flowing down the sides to regular hose— all one piece. I must admit Ihad fantasies looking at my self in the mirror— I just Jim could have beenwith me in the dressing room, what with checking myself out in the mirror—and giving my clit a few.