Damn, I said, you are good at this. She slapped my ass hard and told me to shut the fuck up. I started to say something but then she slowly pulled out... and slammed me hard over and over before going back to her steady pounding. I guess I got the message. The hooded guy just stood there and listened, I thought it was his turn after me.She caught her breath after a while and went back at it for I don't know how long. When she was done, she got up and walked over to a table, took a ball gag and. It still feels like summer. The summer of 2012 belonged to a beautiful Afro-Caribbean gal named June and me, Stephen. The Boston-bred Haitian guy who fell in love with her. I called her my ebony goddess, my Cleopatra and my Nubian queen. I treated her real good. I was always respectful, generous and kind to her. I tried to protect her from her worst self. Whenever she had a problem, I was either there or I told her I wanted to be there. Taking care of every need and fear. I thought that’s how a. Although, I think in a few years, your boobs will be more like mine, she added and Saras insides shuddered with a nervous energy as her Moms right hand left her cheek and traveled down, lightly caressing the curve of her daughters breast. Sara looked over her Moms shoulder to see her Dad watching them. Im not really angry, her mother smiled at her, but we need to talk about some things. Come here, and she took Sara by the hand and guided her over to where her father sat at the edge of the tub.. “O fuck that throat of yours is so good,” Chad moaned looking down at my moms bobbing head, then he looked up and saw me. He had on the biggest shirt eating grin I had ever seen in my life. It was bigger that the one he had when he had been caught punching me in the gut and talked it off like he was giving me the Heimlich maneuver. He flipped me off and stuck out his tough out at me and said looking back at my mom “I think I’m ready to give you a deep massage, how about you?”My mom bottomed out.