Me dono taraf se mar seh nahi pa rahi thi.wo mere honto ko bhi buri tarah se kat raha tha or meri chuchi ko mano dudh nahi par khun nikal na ho wese k...t raha tha. Me dard ki mari chilla rahi thi.1 to ush ka naresh se jyada bada land yani 7 ka honga.wo dard de raha tha uper se wo buri tarah se hat raha tha or maar bhi raha tha.me ab bebas ho gai thi maje ka kahi bhi naam nahi tha sirf dark ke siva.yese hi rahul muje chod ke khatam ho gaya or meri uoer hi pada raha mene dhakka diya to niche gir. "I put the mules up and rubbed them and fed them after their fast trip to town and back.I went back to working in the garden.I had been thinking about what had happened today and I was quite angry with the Magistrate. We could afford the tax, but if Verine had had a premature delivery, I would have had to kill the Magistrate and all of the police in the town."I am going to kill the Magistrate," I told the girls that night. "He took an unacceptable risk with you and our baby."Erma said,. She began to move her beautiful hand over the strange stubby cock as I played with her pussy. Her hand moved to his balls as she played with them and back to his shaft. I could tell she was trying to explore his equipment and didn't look disappointed yet. To continue the progression I got off the bed and moved away so Elle could focus on her new friend. She leaned over and was now cupping his balls with one hand and jerking with the other, obviously his hairy sack didn't bother her. Suddenly. Rashad was a 25-year-old black adonis. A "god" for lack of a better word. He was 6'2" tall and around 200 lbs. of carved ebony muscle. His chest was chiseled and his muscle bound thighs fanned out from his trim waist. His ab muscles epitomized the term "six pack" and he had a stern and gorgeous chiseled face with a strong appearance of dominance. Rashad was all "thug" too. He wore black doo-rags on his head quite a lot. His carved arms and the tops of his hands displayed tattoos, some that.