Out... in... out... Asia began to wail and sob. "God! I can't stand it... aaaahhhhhhhhhhh.... can't stand it... aaahhhhhhh... fuck harder... for god's... sakes... harder... you're going too slow... I can't cum... please!!" I pushed my arms under the moaning woman's legs and lifted them into the air. When I moved into her sex saddle, she spread as wide as possible, pulling her legs even further back with her hands under her knees. Her cunt gaped open, juices bubbling from her excited, throbbing. Thank you," he murmured to her as he slowly spooned the rich broth into his bruised mouth. He aroused just sufficiently to acknowledge her, and her gift of the small wooden bowl of soup from her mother's kitchen. All else was black, hidden, unspeakable. Only the blessed light of her presence and her gift of food was allowed to enter his tortured mind."It is so little," she murmured, her soft blue eyes gazing into his dark, half-lidded eyes, sunken into his pale, tear-streaked face. "Please take. He rubbed E’s manly back and bald head with his soft hands. “Fuck me,” he crowed. “I woulda been left yo’ mama if it wunt for you,” E confessed now carrying the boi towards the door still bouncing him on his dick.“Oh really,” inquired Faison.“Hell yeah! This good pussy keep a nigga at home.”“Oh, Big,” Faison blushed.They ended up in the kitchen where E opened the fridge. Faison knew the routine well enough that he extracted another beer and opened it for his for his daddy. E propped Faison up. Now he sits in his haremand we his four wives bicker and scheme for his favor. At the time of this story Selim was actually a handsome man. When Constanzacame into our lives he was not the elderly corpulent buffoon usually depictedon the stage. He was in fact a fine figure of man although not exactlyhung like a bull. His mustache and beard were neatly trimmed and he allowedus to dress him well, although he resisted sumptuous garb. His fatalflaw was that he had nothing to do. The Grand.