.. help?" I stuttered.She flapped her hand again and said, "Of course. You're my friend Betsy, and you've been so nice to me. I'll do anything. Are we...supposed to do what we did last night, or does she want you to do something else?"Leila really did talk fast sometimes, but I said, "Well... last night I guess, and... and," I sort of whispered the rest "the ritual," She looked absolutely horrified and said, "Oh my god, I forgot. I am so sorry Betsy, you must really hate me," Then she acted like. I reached inside the package and retrieved her passport. "Here," I said. "Lita is a legal visitor to the United States. Here is the visa in your passport."She squeaked, "I am very happy. What other thing?" A birth certificate." Good. I am a person." It needs to be studied." I handed it to her. "Look at the birth date. The year." !996." Were you born in 1996, Lita?"She smiled at me. Strange smile. "This document says so. Dave, there is no other to say I am not..." she squealed. "Eighteen. Not. He said, “You want to try a BBC tonight don’t you?” She again nodded her head “yes”.Jamal looked at her, “You trust me not to hurt you?” She again nodded “yes”. He looked at his two friends and nodded. They both stood up and began to undress. Jamal stood up and went to my wife and grabbed her hand and guided her to the floor where his two friends stood in front her. He removed her shirt and exposed her 44DD chest. When she had gotten off the bed I could see a wet spot where she had been. ”“Compared to other men not to an actual male horse,” I replied in exasperation, “Now be quiet, spread your cunt lips and think of England as I intend to take you.”I explored her with my thumb to confirm she was ready and then gently inserted the tip of my member into her softness. She welcomed me into her warm wet cavern with just enough resistance to drive my cock head mad with desire.In no time I was ball deep inside her. I felt her wrap her legs around me.“Fuck me, take me to heaven,” she.