It was all innocent fun to her, and a vast improvement over the life she had endured until that morning. Gwenna was the oldest of a dozen children, ni...ne of whom still lived. The woman she called Ma was the third her Da had married, the other two dying in childbirth along the way. This current woman had been six months pregnant by the time her Da had agreed to take her to wife, and she was only two years older than Gwenna. She was a scared, quiet woman and Gwenna could not believe she had ever. She came to me in a dream. She poured out her sweet tan angel hands to me, waving, her sexy faint European smile glittering under the hot sun. I go home and fantasize about her, my first ejaculation yet to come… I bathe in the cool waters under the bride, letting sweet nothing angels whisper in my head, guilt for the small fat black haired woman I feared to date in shameful self-image. Each day, I would stare on and on, into the heavens, waiting for that angel to come down. I aggressively, then. He explained that, because of the relative isolation of the community there'd been a great deal of inbreeding. This seemed to produce a population that was not really up to par in the intelligence area; at least as far as bookwork was concerned. With candor and maybe a bit of salaciousness thrown in, he theorized that a sort of natural selection process had occurred in the century or so that Dorset existed. The boys, though below average in IQ were above average in size. The girls developed. Tammy was groaning and breathing heavily, she started to bite his neck, so as not to let out the screams of passion. All of a sudden Tammy placed one hand on John’s ass cheek, squeezing it tightly, then to his surprise and to his great pleasure, she started to play around with his chocolate starfish, tickling it.”Go on, please.” John begged.Tammy brought her finger to her mouth and sucked it, covering it in saliva, then putting it back in his ass, then all of a sudden, she rammed it deep into.