. to be politically incorrect. I thought I saw my opening. I had established in all our chatting, that she was a rural vicar’s daughter and to add c...mplications, black people were an eye boggling rarity to be seen in the rural Wiltshire villages where we’d enjoyed an idyllic infancy.Nowadays blacks are everywhere in the industrial town of Swindon. I learned her deceased husband Arnold had been chief engineer at the Great Western Railway works that once was the major employer. Now the place,. Their lips were soon wrapped tight around the huge shafts. The interviewer pushed their heads further and further down them until they gagged."Get up on my desk and girls, we are going to see how much you both can take. For research purposes of course." The interviewer said. Both women got on top of the desk and were positioned onto their hands and knees.Tears of shame and relief ran down their faces as they felt their pussies being penetrated for the first time (but not the last) by two. "It looks a lot better on you mum" I said as I kissed her neck and slipped my arms around her waist,"Are you, you know, are you ok with what we did last night?" She tilted her head up and looked seriously at me.She had her answer when I moved both hands up beneath her shirt and felt her bra-less breasts, the nipples hardened immediately under my thumbs and she moaned softly,"Oh God Micky" she leaned back against me, "I want you so much darling"I was about to take it further but the front door. Having ultimately being the cause of it all.The boughs tree above her like most of the arboreal canopy around them, totally ablaze!Walking slowly towards her, gazing up Ena's Boralin skin was tinged green by the hellish lights cast by the inferno raging all around."I was there, if you recall?" Ena paused clearly amid an enforced calm. Disdainfully surveying their surroundings."And this place?" She queried rhetorically while gesturing about."This is where you met my dear Yosho." I killed, so.