Shit, Ronnie told him. He had some baby oil ready and coated his hand and my pussy with it. His hands were bigger than Walter's but not as fat as the ...ther guy's.He tried like hell for 20 minutes to get his fist inside me before he gave up. I still wasn't big enough to take a large fist. He got pissed but he'd get over it. He fucked my ass and at 8:20, we left for the motel. My first date would be at 8:30. Damn, who needs a prostitute at 8:30 in the morning!?True to his word, he had a full. But she could only work there a few hoursa day, and not in a stable manner, so she was saving every penny she couldto be able to raise Manuelito. However, she did not have any breast milk,and formula was really expensive to buy. So she was desperate to feed herone-month-old child. That was where I came in. Mustapha had heard Joanawas struggling to feed Manuelito. I, on my side, had quickly turned into amilk fountain, so Mustapha had proposed I should nurse Manuelito to makegood use of my milk. It turned out that my help was not wanted. My aunty was sure that I had done something very nasty as I had brought the flowers, and Beth teased me that I didn't trust my girlfriend to be safe with them as I came so early. I guess that sometimes you just can't win, but with Sara sitting in my lap, I didn't mind very much.The Thanksgiving dinner was a reasonably nice event. All of us were at ease with each other, and it didn't seem to bother Sara's mother that my aunty was a lesbian - nor did. It was a cascade of erotic experiences that culminated in that very event.I get very wet when I’m horny, and I was sure my sex juices were running out of my pussy in anticipation.“You on the pill?” William asked?“No”, I answered.“That’s just grand,” William replied. “I like breeding white women. That’s what this place is all about. What you’re on now is a breeding bench. A lot of white bitches got themselves black babies on this.