He heard me crying and stopped, moved around in front of me, grabbed my hair once again and lifting my head up, "You fuckin' mean it whore?' he asked ..."You want a fuckin' niggers cock more than your own husbands?" he added. I looked up at him through my tear stained eyes, "Yes you bastard" I said sternly to him "I want a black cock more than I want your fuckin' cock ever again" I replied, not caring if it hurt him to hear that or not. He bent down, untied my legs from the chair and then untied. Kim had pulled her hand out of her panties but she forgot to cover herself up while she lay there jaw dropped at my sudden intrusion, her legs still spread apart and her skirt raised up to her chest. Suddenly, I couldn't help but notice her eyes NERVOUSLY shifted down to her panties and so did mine when once again I was taken by surprise. Both of our eyes were glued to her panties at that very moment and I was trying hard not to stare, but there appeared to be an object about the size of a. Avalai pola oru thevathai thedi vanthaal “then sinthute vaanam endru thinam thorum paadi, ava thean adaikul theanai oluka vitu, nakki, naay ozh othuvitu poividuvaan. Aanal santhya ipothu ennai oru genuine guy aaga parpathai ninaithu perumai patu kondaalum, avaloda ethirpaarpu enavendru telivaaga enaku purinthaalum, apothaiku velanthi vesham poduvathai vida veru vali teriyaamal vizhithu kondu irunthen.“santhya neenga soldrathu puriyala. Epadi enna mathikanumnu teriyala. Inaiku it field la naan. I turned back after five steps and circled my nipple with my finger and winked then went outside. There was Harry sitting on the ground with the sweet Southern Belle Bridget. The smooth skin, green eyed, shiny night black hair big busted Bridget. And with that halter-top she was wearing it sure showed way too much of her huge melons. I could see why Harry was talking to her. As I approached them he stood up and said that Bridget wanted us to put on a private show for her. I looked at him with.