It was a pretty generic one, for the average rural African, that is. Dark wooden furniture stood around all corners, a somewhat tattered linen mat, co...ering the concrete floor - cool to the bare feet, a ceiling fan, quietly hissing the air around, and metal barred windows with nets, to fend off mosquitoes and hooligans. She sat there on a double bed, in a blue traditional dress, pretty loose, to allow free movement. She was about 5'5", dark skinned, brown eyes, her hair done into long. This one will be short as I just want to find out how much effort this sort of thing takes. If it works out well I may do a Level 2.You will need a six sided die (otherwise called a d6) or access to d6 roller such as this one.You may also want a pencil in piece of paper to keep track of what rooms you have completed or to map. Fear not, this is not a complex dungeon.You will notice a list of Story Variables at the side. Leave these blank for now. We will get to these in the next chapter.Because. I push it in and it was so tight while I buried my fiery piece of meat deep in her shit hole! Mom reached back and placed her hand on my side and began pushing and pulling my hip to get her warmed up for an ass fucking. We were being applauded while soon after entering my moms brown eye she wanted me to fuck her up the ass fast and hard! "Oooh baby, that's it! Slam mommys asshole!" mom moaned while taking it good. One of the moms and her son walked up infront of my mom and the lady jacked her. ”“So your daughter would have me believe,” I grinned.“Mishka!” Tasha exclaimed, but she was smiling.“Well, yes, that too!” Deacon Vasily said with a soft laugh.“What time will you join us tonight,” Tasha’s mom asked.“Could Mike come over right after church?” Tasha asked before I could answer.“I don’t see why not,” her mom said.“Mishka?”“I didn’t have any plans for the afternoon.”“Good!” Tasha said, squeezing my arm.We finished eating and I went to let my mom know I’d be home by 9:00pm, as that.