As Lana turned to walk to the opposite side of the room, she lost her balance and fell to the floor again. She knew this was because of the massive he...ad injury that she sustained at the hands of her husband. Gathering up every ounce of strength that she could, Lana struggled to reach the phone.The journey took what seemed like forever. When she reached the phone, Lana’s first thought was to call David; her “Sir Lancelot”. Had she known how to contact him she definitely would have. But as. We both were thinking the same thing---that in the two weeks she and I had been there, her womb was now carrying an African baby! This was so because she'd begun to have some of the earliest symptoms of being pregnant.I continued to look out the window as the ground rapidly receded into a warm, humid haze; and, as I did, I kept picturing the sight of Omar (the Zambian male Marta and I had arranged to get her pregnant while we were in Kenya) as his impressively large, and extremely black cock,. Do it again, Grandpa. Take me again,” she pleaded. I grinned, loving her submission. She looked up at me with her baby blues, giving me the puppy dog eyes, as if I needed convincing. “I’m going to fuck your cunt this time. Turn around and bend over the bed.” She turned around, and I was stunned yet again by the beauty of her ass. Megen bent over the bed, and her ass cheeks spread delightfully. Her pussy was dripping on the carpet. It looked delicious. I got on my knees and began eating her out.. With his pants around his ankles she engulfed his hard cock with her mouth. It couldn't have been more than two minutes before he pulled her head away by her hair and turned her around. He knelt behind her and let his hand fall from her hair and traced a finger down her spine, admiring her shapely ass. With his left hand on her hip his right hand gently pushed her forward and then slid himself inside.She was rocked back to the present by a Facetime call. With a smile, she gripped the cock by.