This lovely Belgian woman was every bit as delicious as her daughter and her brighter red hair clearly combined with her husband's dark brown hair to ...ive Anne-Marie her auburn shade.I slammed harder and rougher with every turn, but Nicole simply begged me for more, in French, of course. I was very glad for the rudimentary French course that I took the previous semester in school right then. Something told me that I would soon be fluent in that language and Flemish as well. She was incredibly. His hands were lying limp at his side, he had no control over them. He was certain that she had d**gged him. Probably that glass of wine she had given to him. He was aware of only two things; his cock being bounced up and down on, and the sense of darkness closing in around his field of vision. The darkness felt like a soft hood being wrapped around him, comforting, yet he still tried to resist. He let out another groan as she slammed down into him, bouncing mercilessly up and down on him. His. He smiled to me.“Oh yes, babe, I think I could introduce you such a lady…” I answer him, laughing.“Good, my slut whore, get ready now, babe, the best is yet to come”.Before I could hear his last words, he slipped out from my well filled pussy and in one single motion he entered my asshole, very deep inside in just one stroke.I opened my mouth in one wild pain scream, but Jerome covered me with his strong hand as he started to pump my anus with his incredible cock, now bigger than ever.Two hours. And Carl if I remember you were the one telling this nigger to fuck you. Do you think that when you tell Daddy that his only boy was begging for nigger cock that he would want you alive. Daddy would kill a nigger loving fag son.” She kissed my head and went arounf the table to kiss Heath whispering something to him. “Well I need to get changed out these clothes. Have fun boys but not too much we don’t want Carl to be late.” With that Mom left the kitchen. Heath looked laughed I admit I was.