Shana's phone rang at that moment, and she was very excited about the call."We've just got a big break on another case ... I must go now" Shana explai...ed jumping to her feet and heading for the front door."Oh shit ... Taryn I can't take you with me ... my boss will have a cow"."Fuck ... fuck" she muttered under her breath. She looked perplexed as to what to do."It's OK ... I will get someone to come get me and take me home" Taryn volunteered."You are a life saver" Shana yelled as she raced out. Instead of rebuffing me, this arms-length method them Somali women had of dealing with men drew me in even more. This fascination for all things related to Somali women only intensified once I met the lovely Ayanna Abdikarim. The lady was tall, curvy, big-bottomed and absolutely beautiful…and she was my supervisor. The museum employed thirty five security guards, who watched the site 24/7. Some of us were in the camera room, others were on patrol, looking after the museum’s exhibits and all. Jennifer gasped as she leaned back into the couch and raised her legs."Oh, Robbie!" she hissed. "That's so goood!"Robbie's young prick grew as he tongue bathed his mother's pussy. Thick cunt cream rolled into his mouth and her steamy cuntal walls clamped down on his soft, wet invader.With Jennifer being so expertly eaten by her son, Jack's attention went back to the little girl impaled orally on his prick. Her face was screwed up in a cute little mask of determination."Lick my peehole while you. The silence stretches on as he considers her. I’m afraid to even breathe less the hear me. He walks towards her only he doesn’t stop walking when he reaches her and walks her back to the wall covered in family paintings. He grabs her jaw in a way that looks painful and reaches up to twist one of her nipples through her shift until she lets out a cry of pain.“What have I told you about talking about her?” He asks. I’ve never heard this tone from him but it’s terrifying and makes me shiver..