He started fucking Ana very rough…Jamal pounded her very hard with no mercy, until she came again painting and screaming louder.The black guy pulled...out slapping his wet cock against her pussy lips.He announced that her pussy was torn up, but he was not done yet.Then he asked Ana if she wanted to be ass-fucked. I heard my wife screaming a loud “yes”, as she got up and got down on all fours…Jamal found a jelly tube in the dresser and he lubed his own cock, as he crawled behind her spread open. A six-foot-three, bulky young man with dark brown skin, short curly black hair and light bronze eyes. I’m half African-American and half Caucasian, of French and Greek descent. The world knows me as the Superhero. That’s it. Nothing else. That’s the name they call me. It all began ten years ago. I was nineteen years old, a student at Northeastern University in Boston, Massachusetts. I had gotten accepted at that school on a student-athlete scholarship for football. I was beginning my college. Another priestess stood in the way, gaping at us in her pink robes. She pointed at us, her mouth working.I seized her with more spirits and yanked her out of the way. She let out a squeal as she thumped into the wall. We had to move. We had to go. Ava ran us as fast as she could down the corridor, our wooden feet slapping into the stone.Shouts rose around us as more priests and priestesses scrambled out of our way. I blew open another door, splinters dancing around us as we leap through the. I’m so pathetic.Another huge man stepped through the door. I squeaked in terror and tried to disappear backwards through the wall behind me.It was the father. He looked back and forth between Bec and me. He glared at me like he was angry. I don’t know why. I never did anything to him but he was so angry. I kept trying to press back into the wall. I was terrified he was going to come at me.He stepped forward and I whimpered with fear. But then he slid sideways and sat down on the bed beside.