I met Kerry through work and we instantly got on well, and from the word go we were very flirtatious. One night I offered her a lift home, it was dark... and late and the middle of winter.We got back to hers and she invited me in for a "coffee", even though it was only a short drive from work to hers there'd been tension between us so I had to find out if it was going to lead anywhere. Besides which she looked amazing in her short skirt and even though she was 43 at the time she had an amazing. But then I thought of the promise that I would get all the orgasms I wantedand finished stripping picked up my portable phone and walked out on the balcony.I huddled next to the wall so it was hard to see me and waited shivering. At exactly eleven my portable phone rang and a girl said in a sexy voice "Iwill say little to keep you guessing who I am. Step out into the middle ofthe balcony where I can see you and masturbate until you come. This is yourfirst of many orgasms." She must have been. The door was half open, and opposite the bed, my mom had a wardrobe which was mirrored. As i got close to the door, i leaned back against the wall and looked in the mirror to catch the reflection of what was going on. When i looked at the mirror i couldnt beleive my eyes. I could see a black guy, over 6 ft tall, bald head and built like a bull, standing up while having his hands grabbing my moms head from the back. My mom was on her knees with her black maxi dress still on and had his cock. ‘I will handle this friend. From this moment on her punishements are my own to mete out. Remind her father of that tonight as well.’ Tristan was no fool – he knew the men could well scar the girls flesh and he wanted his bride perfect in every way. He turned then and walked to the girl with a determined stride. When he reached her side he merely stood there for a moment, determining whether or not to kill the youth sitting there first or command Giselle to leave first. Instead he smirked when.