I won’t insult your intelligence by saying she hasn’t changed recently. However, she was never a willful girl and she always seemed nice enough.�...He paused a moment before continuing. “As I said, though, the Bena in our camp is not the same. She’s ... matured, might be the best word. I’m just not certain if she’s crazy or if she really has a goddess living inside her. I think we should be wary it might be the former but act as if it’s the latter.“As for Princess Ataya...” His voice trailed off. He nudged her shoulder, getting her to release him.“You’re still dressed.” he told her, taking her hand and getting her to stand. He undressed her bottom first, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them to the ground. The thin fabric of her underwear snapped with a quick tug. She opened her mouth to chastise him but he covered her lips with his own. His hands pushed her shirt up, fumbling with the front clasp of her bra. As he got it undone his fingers found her nipple, pinching it slightly before. .her body, that she so prided herself on, exposed...and her, for once, not knowing how to handle it...in some daffy daze over what was happening.I know I shouldn't say this...but I felt excited to see my mom so helpless like that. I realized Principal Turner was saying the very same things I had been thinking the moment my mom arrived at the prom. Finally, I was seeing my mom look stupid for once! Principal Turner was breathing faster and stroking his cock with fever. Sneaking a little closer. Give it to me hard! Fuck my pussy! Fuck that white pussy! Spread it open! Fill it up!” Sweat was coating Carl, a sheen of liquid on his ebony skin, as he hammered into me. All the while as he fucked me Brad squeezed my tits and stroked my thighs, contributing, if only a little, to my pleasure. What was best was that he wasn’t condemning me for my lust, but encouraging me. “You gonna cum for Carl, again, baby? I think he’d like that, if you came again. Go on, do it, give him it, cream for him..