Be fruitful and multiply, right? That’s the command.”“Yes, yes, I see that,” he breathed. “You do that everywhere you go. You spread your se...ed far and wide so we multiply! The women of my flock would be honored to be vessels for your holy daughters.”Christian theology was getting weirder and weirder thanks to my wanderings, but I had no complaints. I never had a man fawn so much over me, but they were always eager for the Lord’s “miracle” to bless their women. Maybe the Lord did send me. I. She was not able to control her squirt.Pallavi: Akash, I’m squirting.She squirted all over my face and sat down, trying to control her trembling toes. I called in the other three. I asked Renu and Navi to lift and hold either leg of Pallavi at a waists height. My mom held Pallavi from behind. I planned to undress the three of them at a stance.So I unhooked Renu and Navi’s blouse, further unhooking their bra and throwing it on Pallavi. I passed on my hand around Pallavi to unhook my mom’s blouse. I had never had a black cock buthad fantasized about it a lots. I was craving a blackcock as I watched the young man working in my yard.Since my son was at school, I got to thinking, “Why notget some black cock now? You have wanted it for so longand now is your chance.”It was hot that day and he had worked up a sweat as Iwent to the door and called to him. He heard me callinghim and came to see what I was wanting. I asked him ifhe would like to share a sandwich and a glass of icetea. Reminiscing, he remembers one night responding to an alarm call. Picking up the keys for the bank, a torch and a radio, he jumps into the Fiat Brava and heads out. With every call out came apprehension. You never knew what to expect. It could be some geezer with a sawn off shotgun, ready to stick it in your face the minute you step foot inside, but usually it was some dozy cleaner that had tripped an alarm after forgetting to turn them off before commencing with their mundane chores.As the.