After a never ending minute of this, the moblin opened his mouth, leaving tears in the front of her shirt from his sharp teeth, and began pulling away... from Zeldas now dripping cunt. Slowly, the tongue filling her womb slipped out, before coming out with a pop, making Zelda twitch and moan. Then the tongue slid slowly out of her pussy, leaving a dazed feeling in Zeldas head. One final long stroke of his tongue brought Zelda back with a start, and she realized that the monster was turning her. For Alicia (and I was in full agreement with her), the ONLY real way of trying to dismantle and destroy the white supremacy narrative, was to chose against making more Caucasian offspring, and for her to have black-bred babies; African-bred offspring, in particular!So, we set out to locate someone to help us fulfill this choice; and we found Ahmed. He lives and works in the city of Malmo. We started chatting with him frequently. We shared with him our interests in, and our reasons why, Alicia. The next thing I felt was his sperm-filled hand on my penis, which only at this moment I realized had been stiff against my belly through the whole experience. He wrapped his cum slicked fist around my little shaft and began stroking up and down, greasing my tiny erection like he was buttering an ear of corn. God help me, it felt good. He stopped, and I again opened my eyes, silently wishing for more of that wonderful sensation, and saw him put his spermy hand between his legs and work it. My mouth was dry and my brain had ceased to function."Do you like it?" she asked."Where on earth did you get a dress like that?" I managed to stammer."I designed it myself, and mom has a friend that sews who made it," she told me."A friend who sews?" I asked. "I would think that you would need a leather smith." Well, she's quite versatile," Kari said.I shook my head and Cheri asked, "Would it be OK if I took your pictures?" Absolutely!" I exclaimed. "I want to remember this for the rest of my.