Brian finally started to concentrate more on my clit. At the same time, he put first one and then a second finger into my vagina and started pumping ...them in and out. I gave him my first real instructions by helping him find my g-spot with his hand turned upward and had him start doing a ‘come hither’ motion with his two fingers while licking and sucking on my clit. That was all it took to send me into orbit. As soon as my orgasm started, I grabbed the sides of Brian’s head and pressed him. His own sister." It's been my number-one fantasy since I was a little girl," Ann said. "That's why, when Brad and I were growing up, I'd show off bare-assed around him whenever I got the chance. And I know he noticed, because of the way his cock would bulge."Helen fixed her husband with a riveting gaze."It's true," Brad sheepishly admitted. "Used to jack off over Sis all the time." And what would you do now?" Helen gulped. "If I agreed to go along with this?" F-fuck Ann," Brad stammered.The. He had to ram his Somali cock up an obedient tight white ass, he had to hold a white girl's (hopefully blond) head as he shot his Somali sperm down her throat and he just HAD to ram his thick black cock in a sweet, young English cunt and fill it with Somali baby juice.The question was how was he to take his pleasure in this supply of compliant and acquiescent white women presented to him daily, without his family and community knowing? How could he fuck his way through the many English women. It probably was all those things, and a thousand other little things, but at the core ... I just didn't want to go with Tom. What would I do with him? I guess I just wasn't interested. Or, if I was interested, for some reason I fought it. Fought it off, instead of fighting for it... The rising bubbles became a geyser.But it wasn't just about him, was it? No, I was down on myself then, too. I didn't believe I could keep him happy for ten days. What would we do? What would we talk about? We knew.