Yes, that's true. We're making plans to fly back to Africa (but to a different country this time instead of Kenya, like we did almost a year ago), and... for a different African male to impregnate her. She and I both want to have at least three, and maybe four c***dren; and we want them all to have African fathers.Q. So, you are not planning on getting Mara pregnant yourself? Not even once?A. No. Even before we got married, we'd already discussed that. Mara has always been interested in African. She was wearing a g-string with only a small piece of thin, see-through material covering her chut. I kissed it gently and she let out a small moan of pleasure. I kissed my way back up and she gave me the same pleasure. She kissed me all the way down, unbuttoned my pants and kissed every inch of my lund through my briefs. I could barely hold myself back from just thrusting my hot lund into her juicy & wet chut. But I held back and we pressed our bodies together while we kissed, I felt her hand. When he took the bottle away, she collapsed on the floor coughing and spitting.Andy walked around behind her and lifted her butt into the air by her waist. He propped her on her knees but with her hands still bound her face was left on the floor. He pressed the rim of the beer bottle to her anus and gave a quick shove. "Oh god!" she wailed as it slid inside. He quickly emptied what was left of it into her bowels. "Oh my god my stomach!" she groaned while wriggling her ass. "I can feel it going. Not knowing if she really wanted to. But as she got into it, all doubts were erased. It was a little weird, the wetness, even more than the cum smears that she was removing, but she was exquisite with her tongue, conducting a symphony of sensations, using the wetness, and adding to it with a hand scratching its way to my balls, kneading them, occasionally teasingly brushing the shaft itself. When she had finished cleaning me, my heart was beating fast, and my desire for her burning like a star..