She looked like she was about to snap in half.Kareema couldn’t just keep watching anymore. She screamed, “No, Banduka! You’re about to snap her ...n half!” Kareema screamed, as she jumped at him, held his wrist by her both hands, and tried to break Anita’s hair-free. She succeeded, as Anita fell on the bed and Banduka flew through the room towards the door. As he struggled a bit to stand still, he seemed to lost his erection. He looked at Kareema with a bored smile.“Kareema, what the hell?” He. I felt my cock twitch on her back and she did too as I slid my hand farther down her curls. I stroked her pussy lips with my calloused index finger and felt her jump slightly. I slid my finger up and down, I could feel how wet she was, and it wasn’t just from the water. She started this little whimpering moan that was driving me over the edge and I immediately had images of pushing her up against the wall and embedding my cock into her. Then she started to grind down on my finger, trying to. With one tug, she had her hand inside my fly and her experienced fingers knew what to do. My hands went around to the zipper of her dress and they soon had it down over her shoulders and they released it to fall to her ankles. Her full, firm breasts stuck out from her bra, beggin’ me to release them from their confines. So I slowly slid the straps off of her shoulders and ran both hands along the inside of the cups and pulled them off. Slowly reachin’ around and unfastenin’ her bra, I. I thought so you naughty minded soul. OK. This is what happened. Estelle was due to come round and cheer me up. As I said I was depressed and Estelle had taken it upon herself over the last few months to bring me back to the living. I don’t know if what happened was planned, I don’t care. We were in the living room, drinking wine and watching a film. I can’t even remember what it was. I was wearing white cotton panties and a baggy T-shirt with my hair loose. I had bathed and wore no make up or.