He was happy about that. It was obvious.Tomas was not the father. The baby was entirely Omar's and Mara's. Yet, rather than be a matter of anger, or f...rustration, Tomas was pleased that Omar was the father of the baby, rather than his. But even though he knew that Mara loved him, she had not wanted a baby by him; though she certainly wanted to have c***dren---just not his, and not with a white male. Rather, Mara wanted to have babies by black men, and, more than that, she wanted to have,. Then I saw Malcolm appear around the door."I'll be back in a tick, Sian!" Hi Malcolm, how many are you buying?" Just one for me, mate - do you want me to get you another?" Thank god for that - yes please, I promised my sister a ticket for her birthday - you've just saved my life yet again!" No problem!"I gave Malcolm the money, told him I'd meet him outside, and went back to Sian."God that was a narrow squeak!"We moved to the tables, showed our Union cards, handed over our money, were given our. . you know. It's like yuh tole me, Brother John. God's way is the best."The horny monk quickly mounted the buxom fifteen year old's body and, although she had only done it once before in her young life, she guided the mammoth prick to her juicy twat. Despite her apparent alacrity, she was apprehensive. She had taken that huge cock completely inside when he broke her cherry so she knew she could handle it but as she tensed for the repeat performance, it was only the presence of the other girl. . After sending my brother off on holiday I went home, half expecting Lisa to be engaged in something she couldn't possibly postpone. I guess I was preparing myself for another disappointment, but I was pleasantly surprised when I found her reading the paper on the couch, still wearing the bathrobe. Her hair was wet and when I came in she smiled shyly, put the paper down, and stood up."Did you get him on the train all right?" she asked, giggling shyly as if she was saying something naughty."I.