She sat down while Kristal went into the kitchen.“Do you drink Champagne? Oh, please don’t say `no’. Oh, or are you still under age?” inquired... Kristal.“I’d like some” said Lauren, hopefully answering all her questions as a dull pop came from the kitchen.She emerged with a small tray, a bottle and two tall fluted glasses and placed them on the coffee table. Kristal poured the champagne and clinked her glass against Lauren’s.“Here’s to us girls!” she said by way of a toast.“Here here. Mmm. Oh,. “Sure,” I said. I hadn’t edited Sam, so I could think about any other changes. Maybe something would come to me while I was enjoying Jophiel. A way to make my daughter special.“Go on,” Anael said, pushing her forward. “You can do it.”Jophiel crawled forward, her large breasts swayed and jiggled with her every movement. Her black hair fell about her face, her topaz eyes glowing in my phone’s screen. I set it to the side, my dick swelling harder and harder. How to make my daughter special... Some. We had a light meal and another bottle of red, and then hurried back to our rope bed with its deep mattress and pile of soft quilts. Her husband, the fool, still had not written, and she had found most of Philadelphia society off-putting, stodgy, ill-mannered, and, at times, bestial."All these damn officers want is a quick swiving," she sighed as we rested after some rather strenuous heaving together in the dark, hands still tickling each other genitals."How awful," I said, petting her lush. The hollow piece was giving me a permanent gape and Jerome told me he could see right up into my ass.The bastard laughed and said I could not resist, because my asshole was fully open for him until he decided to take the plug out. My asshole was his, to invade whenever he wanted and I could do nothing about it.He took no time at all in lubing his huge black dick and then ramming his full eleven inches deep inside my anus.He was so right; there was nothing that I could do to escape the invasion.