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The African Victoria-Frederike from the organic market
We had hired Victoria-Frederike, called Vicky, in the organic market. She is an African from Gabon, who was married to a German until he was over at the age of 50 that he was gay. The young lady is 45 years old, very petite with her 145cm body size and a live weight of 38 kilograms. For her beautiful size, however, it has a relative large breast of 70b.
Her long curly black hair round off her beautiful appearance. She now lives alone in her house that grew up, her two sons are in their studies and have moved abroad Bavaria.
It is an absolute enrichment for our small shop. She is kind and helpful in sales to her husband. But there was a little problem, her ex -husband made her life hell.
Since both spouses were registered in the land register of their single -family house and neither of them wanted to do without money, the object had to be sold in a division aid to add a new owner. Vicky asked me “Joona, I trust you, please accompany myself to the auction date, I don’t want to make a mistake”.
It was self -controlled that I was supported by the African in this drastic step in her life. So I prepared myself a few days later when I looked at the property and also read an old market value report from the property.
At the appointment of the auction I picked up Victoria-Frederike from her home. Together we drove to the district court and saw around 20 male visitors in front of the courtroom as potential interested parties.
We entered the large space. The judiciary opened the bidding lesson, which, however, is only 30 minutes. The property was read through the asset, as well as the legal situation. Vicky was afraid and grabbed my hand, small tears ran over her cheeks.
I handed her my handkerchief. She suffered because she would have to leave her common property.
The market value was at 450.Set in 000.00 euros, the first bid of a Russian was just 100.000.00 euros, further options followed until they were 250.000.00 euros had increased. A Romanian asked my client at the door, but he just wanted to speak to her what she rejected. He simply wanted to shit her, a bid of 300.Submit 000.00 euros and still 50.Give 000.00 euros on hand.
When I asked for security. He pulled his bid back and went back to the hall. Two other interested parties in Romanian asked us at the door, they wanted to negotiate with us, they also offered 300.000.00 euros and 60.000.00 euros and showed us a check. Vicky tingled it in the fingers.
I told her “Vicky, your ex-husband has to agree”. So I asked him at the door and explained this, knowing, if two already offer the same amount, a higher amount can still be achieved. Now I also had him on my side. We still had 15 minutes.
A foreign customer offered 260.000.00 euros, the two other parties surpassed regularly until the bid at 320.000.00 euros.
I asked every bidding prospect to present the security of 10% of the market value in cash. The auction continued, although I said to Vicky “shouldn’t we at least 675.000.00 we do not give a surcharge and withdraw the procedure.
The bidders’ chin shop worked down, some interested parties left the courtroom who looked at us with a hissing impending expression. I grinned and put my right arm around the African, after all she had invested a lot of money in the property, as well as raised her two sons. But her ex-husband also agreed.
Five other people suddenly entered the hall, they asked about the existing bid that one of the men immediately at 350.000.00 euros increased.
Again I asked for the assumption that the good bidder immediately presented in an envelope. There were still 8 minutes until the bidding closes when the commandments virtually overturned. The Romanians and Russians present, as well as some Bulgarians, appeared like a sack of sülze as if they could buy the world. I whispered Vicky in the ear “We don’t let go 1 million.
Euro”. She looked at me with big eyes and nodded. Whereupon I went to her ex-husband and offered him this sum. He also agreed.
The current bid now at 675.000.00 euros. The bidder seemed to be safe. When I announced under 1.0 million. The contract will be refused euro.
It continued, the interested parties survived almost second. I looked at my watch and realized that only 30 seconds left until the bidder. I asked those present, “follow more commandments”. As one of the people present, his bid to 700.000.00 euros increased.
The bidding lesson was already over, but more people were interested in the property, it continued. Again I emphasized “Well if you didn’t want, the contract is only available at 1.0 million. Euro.
Further commandments followed until we at 850.000.00 euros were. Suddenly an old lady entered the hall and asked if the property was already auctioned, she couldn’t be in the courtroom so quickly.
I clarified the good woman that the bidding lesson would be over, but also received further commandments, so everything is still open, with the aforementioned amount. I appreciated the lady to 75 years. A Russian with a thick gold chain offered 900.000.00 euros, the woman asked me which sum we would agree to, whereupon I named her the above -mentioned amount of one million euros. She grinned and told us that it is her parents’ home.
I looked puzzled because a year of construction was recorded in 1960 in the market value report, which the older lady also confirmed. Another bid of a Bulgarians, in the amount of 920.000.00 euros was named. The elderly woman, whispered into the hall “You heard, only when the round millions are full can the bidder get the house and property. Again followed.
In the meantime we were sitting in the courtroom for 75 minutes and there was no end in sight yet. The legal nurse sat on hot coals, as further forced auctions had to take place afterwards. Vicky’s ex-man had an important business date. He asked for a short interruption and gave me the power of attorney to act in his name, since he had never expected such sums.
We were quickly back on the matter.
Further commandments followed, but now in smaller increases until these 1.0 million. Euro was offered by a Hamburg Kauffmann. The Russians and Romanians left the hall. The older lady gave her bid to 1.2 million.
Euro from. Which of the previous bidders on 1.5 million. Euro increased. Again a commandment of the elderly woman followed 1.6 million.
Euro that the other on 1.75 million. Euro increased. She called the amount of 1.85 million. Euro.
As I learned that these two interested parties Mother And the son were who were probably not quite green. I was still waiting and asked those present whether there were any further commandments in expectation. What the man said with a shake of the head. So I had the contract at the moment the highest bidder.
She announced to us that the amount due would be transferred to the court’s account that day.
Vicky fell around my neck in the courtroom, with the words “Joona with you I like to go shopping, you also sell an old beetle as a racing car”. I felt flattered.
Now a very young lady came into the courtroom, which the old woman Frug “Omi, you bought the old house?“She nodded with a broad grin. She asked us to drive to the property, she wanted to see her old family home. Your granddaughter accompanied us.
When we were to Vicky’s house after a clear car ride of about 40 minutes, the new owner announced to us “Now I will show you why I wanted to have the property”. We entered the house and went to the dining room. She knocked against the walls and said. I was born here, the house burned down in 1960 and was rebuilt, please let’s go to the basement “.
We entered the basement. She went to the chimney to open it. Her granddaughter had to help her, then she reached down and pulled out a small lid that she was enough for her son’s daughter, her wrinkled hand drove into this black opening and took out a small fabric bag, she handed it to her granddaughter with herWords “because of this bag I wanted to have the house again”. Vicky and I were curious.
It was neither gold nor gemstones in the small sack, but a folded paper, it was a patent and the certificate that she distinguished as the owner of a ship. We didn’t really want to find out more, curiosity has never been my strength. I was acting with the lady when Vicky should take off, but who announced to us, “it does not need to move out or pay rent, here she can have the certificate of the auction, I don’t want the house at all. I just wanted the bag.
Victoria-Frederike looked at me in horror.
Now she belonged to her alone. Vicky asked me after the old lady had gone with her granddaughter “Please take me in my arms, I think I have dreamed.”She had experienced everything real, but she asked” What should I do with the big house, for me it is much too big “. It was clear to me that the bidders in the courtroom had known about the patent and the certificate of ownership of the ship, but why, behind it only the son of the old woman could be stuck. I asked her to be allowed to sell the object.
She agreed. I put the purchase price on 2.5 million. Euro on.
In the next few days there were many interested parties that I led through the property, I brought the purchase price to a total of 3 million. Euro.
A Romanian was awarded the contract. The purchase price was transferred.
After four weeks she had moved out, then Vicky and I learned that the buyer, swearing, searched the house and started tearing off. We couldn’t help but grin.
The next day when Vicky served the customers in the organic market, the owner of the sold property came.
He threatened my seller to undo the sale. What I asked him and asked to leave our business. The man turned to me and wanted to grab me. I’m not a friend of violence, but I still had a long sea hall in my hand.
Unfortunately, he didn’t know who I was when he wanted to push me aside. An eel is a tough beast. I wrapped the 120 cm long fish with a short blow around his neck, he turned, next he got this lifeless smoked beings on the left and right into the face. He stumbled out that we held him.
When he was reasonably reflected again, I explained to him, if he attacked another person, I will be spanked his butt. The man apparently didn’t want to understand and began to get up to attack my employee again. Now it was Ellen who came in, where she articulated in her national language of the Qua, she comes from Ghana and can get very angry. She grabbed the gentlemen on the rear shirt collar so that she could get him out.
In doing so, she said “a thousand days of war, I catch you, get to know me, don’t forget to know where you live”.
He fell on the paving stones of the parking lot, apparently this man understood that he had invested his money in an inferior property.
Vicky had shared the back of the property with her ex-husband, but not the sales proceeds and moved into one of our apartments in the house. Of course, she pays her rent. Sure, she could have been buying her own house or a condominium, but she didn’t want that, if only because some Africans live in our house. But a chic new car she got a Mercedes SLK.
A chic speedster.
When she after Quitting time came to us in the winter garden, she was a bit embarrassed and asked us if we could help her with the investment, which of course we would be happy to do. But later.
Together with my wife and Ellen, Vicky and I entered my big office, which is as big as their apartment 60 m². I pulled our seller onto my lap when I sat on the sofa, she was sitting her arms around my neck. Our lips touched tender.
She was wearing a belly -free black top again. My left hand was gently on her flat abdominal blanket, which I started to stroke. Marikit asked her “Vicky you have ever done love with a woman”. She shaking his head, which my wife and Ellen began to cuddle on.
The young seller watched very interested how the two women began to undress kissing.
What she said “Joona, I would like to feel you”. My warm left hand continues to stroked the approach of your breast, which I stroked alternately with my index finger. Your right hand stroked my cheek with our lips touched again. Our tongues played a very special waltz.
She raised her arms and asked me to pull the top over her shoulders. She was not wearing a bra. Your stiff nipples and your firm breasts are a real eye -catcher. Together we fully undressed, then I laid on the sofa and she went into the French position over me.
Now I had her little very tight chocolate -colored pussy in front of my eyes and started licking her passionately. My tongue shared her labia and snaps about her swollen love pearl. She was gossip, but not from my saliva, groaned and walled over me by sucking us sucked at my love sword. If cocks suck an Olympic discipline, she would certainly win several gold medals.
However, I continued to lick their African love grotto, and my hands were on their little firm crack butt.
She experienced the first oral climax of her life, whereby my child maker slid out of her lips and she had to support herself on her forearms. After she had recovered something, she turned to me so that she could go on my loins. She took my thick long stiffness tail inserted into her vagina and started a ride of superlatives. Her clit always rubbed over my pub.
When she raised her pelvis a little, I pushed my fucking again deep into her tight cunt. Vicky groaned in high loud tones and asked for redemption. She got away from me to take a break. I knelt behind my wife, who was in the 69s with Ellen and pushed my producing staff into her little pussy.
When Vicky saw this, she came closer to us and gently stroked Marikit over back and buttocks.
This enclosed with her right arm Vicky’s slim waist and continued to lick Ellens Fötzchen. Marikit asked Vicky to put her right leg on the sofa, what this did. Next, my wife licked tenderly over Vicky’s labia and love buttons. In doing so, it began to run out and spilled her cunt juice on the tiles.
She said “Marikit please take me in this position”.
We had quickly resolved and Ellen took her place in the doggy. My wife and Vicky were already in the French variant. I pushed my love harp in Ellen’s little tight wet cunt. She came towards me hard at each of my bumps.
Our welding breeds clapping bodies could be heard throughout the room. I asked the mother of my twins to change a position, she turned on my back so that I could put my child maker on her love cavity again, she put her lower legs on my shoulders. Again I pushed hard but tender in her abdomen. Her beautiful firm breast bobbed in the rhythm of my bumps.
Moaning she articulated in her national language and experienced one climax after another. Again I drove my pleasure sword into her vagina and flooded her ovaries.
A little exhausted we sat down naked on the sofa. Vicky smuggled into my wife’s arms and Ellen to me when the door suddenly opened and our adoptive daughter Mbali came in. She wanted to thank you again for our Abitur gift, it is a Mercedes C200 Coupé in Feuerrot with full equipment, but used.
Our girl comes from Benin and also has a chocolate -brown skin, she said to Vicky “You never wanted sex with a woman and now”. Our seller was completely embarrassed and shared her with “When I had seen Marikit and Ellen in the 69, it was so nice”, whereupon Mbali replied “I had told you that”.
Our adoptive daughter undressed, then turned to me, to go to me. The young 18 year old is an absolute cuddle and nestled against me. She pushed me into the cushions of the sofa and grabbed my tail with her left hand, which she introduced gently in her love shell.
Your rocking breast moved to the clock of her movements on which I gave a kiss and then combine our lips. Now I asked for a change of position I wanted to fuck her from behind. She quickly went into the said position, with Vicky lay on the sofa in the 69er under Mbali to be licked her African pussy. I quickly knelt behind my adoptive daughter and sank my love harp time into her vagina again.
I pushed her as if I wanted to make a whale. Our seller was spoiled verbally by her. Deep in her abdomen I felt an insane heat as if my cock would start glowing, again I was up to mischief in the vagina of my adoptive daughter who devoted himself to Vicky Lustchnopf. However, I felt that my seed tanks were looking for an overpressure valve, so I implanted my juice, which arises from life, in her vagina.
At the same time, Mbali and Vicky came to their orgasm.
Then we went into the aqua area to make the traces of our hustle and bustle disappeared into the drainage, followed by Vicky and Mbali under one of the two showers, the second was used by Ellen and Marikit.
After we had dressed again, we went to the winter garden. Ellen picked up a bottle of red wine and I cut up smoked fish. So we enjoyed it really well that evening.
Our daughters were all in bed. Mnobyj had already put our triplets sleeping, they are only 1.5 years old and also came to us, Hoshiko also followed us with their new African trainee Jonathan. He has not lived here in Germany for very long, but he has a work permit and right of residence. The Chinese had stopped him as a trainee and trains him as a gardener.
On his cell phone he showed us the picture of a young lady who is in his vocational school class, which also comes from Africa like him. She works in a large nursery and literally looks for his closeness. What I told him to call him, she could like to spend the evening with us. He took his cell phone and chose her number.
She was really happy and came to us within 20 minutes.
Now the young man introduced us to his classmate, named Joan,. She is also just a chocolate -colored person, very slim from 165cm. BH-70B, 20 years old, long curly black hair and has a nice crunchy bottom. When she saw us smiled she was laid because she accepted all the African women would work in the nursery at Hoshiko, but that was not the case.
I introduced us all. Although we have nothing to say about our fuck orgies. Jonathan and Joan knew no smoked fish, they tried it and looked into the eyes. They both announced that this unknown food would taste very good.
Now we learned that Joan, from South Africa. “Soon we have a lady with us from every country of Africa,” I thought in myself. Chqui also came to us, the 20-year-old African from Ghana, was pleased to see another continental relative.
Hoshiko wanted to show Joan our little nursery, which she showed her with Jonathan.
Vicky and I followed them. The young trainee saw a snake cucumber plant growing up on our Moriga tree and the fruits at a height of 5 meters as long taps hang down. But also on the umbalipalm and the usabi tree, tomatoes ranked in the aforementioned height on which ripe fruits hung. In doing so, she said “You need ladders to pick”.
Hoshiko grinned and pointed to the little mobile scissor stage. The young lady didn’t know that. Proudly like Oskar, Jonathan asked her up. He drove up the stage to harvest the tire tomatoes and cucumbers at the top, which they put in baskets.
When she let the stage down, she took pictures with the words “I have to show my boss, he never believes it”. The Chinesin felt that the young lady knew that she named all plants with her Latin names, when Jonathan had to swallow and asked for tutoring.
Hoshiko won two plant books, which she had written and used in the university to hand them over to the two. When they sat next to each other and they held in their arms. Joan looked at the author of the book and was startled when she read the name of the Chinese.
Because one of their books is also used in the vocational school for plant science. Hoshiko gave her this book and took a pen to record a signature that she provided in Chinese characters and in Latin letters. Joan was completely out of the house, hugging the writer and horticultural engineer.
Our two neighbors Horst and Felix also came across us, with Ellen and Marikit going to sleep. Suddenly the doorbell rang and Jaali also paid us a visit.
When Joan, she saw this günen, she made huge big eyes. Vicky clutched my hand because the African Jaali rather feared her, she only 145cm tall and he is a giant of 2 meters, with a chest basket diameter of a diving bell, its upper arms are comparable to a 15 liter beer barrel, his thighs are as slim as a young dolphin. Its neck muscles are like one bison. Joan also got scared when she saw him, as rugged as he may look, he is lovable and helpful.
He greeted us all, the ladies except for Joan with a kiss.
Jaali handed the young trainee hand, looking at him very embarrassed. When the African saw the plant books, he started again from the monsters who drive around in the primeval forests of Gabon. He spoke of shark oxen who live on the trees during the day, graze on the shore in the evening and go to fishing in the sea at night in the sea. Joan smiled because she had heard of Jaali, who is registered in the port of Hamburg but spent more time at sea than on land.
He was free for a few days because the two ships on which he drives as a rudder guest in the dock. She asked him to describe how this animal would look, whereupon he began to shape his mythical creature, with feathers, fur and scales, listeners and the teeth of a shark. The hind legs provided with hooves, the front legs of a bouquet, with the shoulders on the shoulders. Joan asked us to have a sheet of paper and began to draw this being.
But holla that could. Until Jaali said “yes, he looks the same”. The trainees said “If there is really such a being, I think that a lemon butterfly really folds lemons”. Jaali was convicted with his exaggerations.
He took the young lady in his arm, with the words “also a sailor, can overdo something” and grinned.
Joan held Jonathan’s hand firmly, she seemed to have fallen in love with him. But her last friend was also an African, so she looked at Felix, which came very towards the two young men because Jonathan wanted to go to bed with Hoshiko. I had Vicky on my lap when Horst said to her “Vicky, come to grandpa”. She grinned at me questioningly, I gave Victoria a loving kiss.
She rose and sat on the thighs of our 71 year old neighbor. I have to say that Horst is still very, very fit for his age and fucks the ladies with us without needing aids. Again and again I saw Joan stroked by Felix thighs, the great blonde young man seemed to be taken with her, even though he likes mature women. I asked Chqui to.
Jalli, meanwhile, took care of Mbali. But Chqui asked the young trainee to exchange with her. Joan was happy to come to my lap. I noticed her embarrassment when my left hand stroked her back, I didn’t feel a bra under her top.
She said to me “I don’t really like the young men”. So I seemed to fit into her prey scheme. When she saw her classmate cuddled with the African, she became a bit jealous and gave me a kiss that I naturally replied.
My arms wrapped off their slim waist, then I let my right hand slide to their neckline. In doing so, my index finger on the base of her neck to your chest.
Our eyes met, whereby I pulled them closer to my lap, our noses and lips accidentally touched their noses and lips.
She rose from my thighs to put herself back on my legs. My hands slid below your top and pushed it up. Your arms wrap my neck. Although she gave me a loving kiss, our tongues danced a strange game.
She had only opened her mouth slightly. Joan pulled me up again. She was very careful. Your fear of doing something wrong bubbled into her.
I touched yours with my tip of my nose. My whiskers stroked her delicate skin, she said “Joona that tickles” we held ourselves so that we could indulge in the unexpected. She said to me “I don’t know anything like that, please show myself”. My right hand stroked the hair from her delicate face, my left was on her steel -hard back.
I felt every single muscle on her. She pressed my legs together with her thighs. Her muscular slim arms wrap my neck like a Jaguar his prey.
I pushed her top over her breast, which I then stroked. Her chocolate brown skin with her large dark wart courtyards came to light.
Her long nipples protruded me like twin flaks of our frigates. She buttoned up my shirt, but she felt her in the middle of the sailor shirt that she could not open it further, so I pulled the fabric over my head. She nested on the belt of my pants, she had quickly done it, then I went to her jeans. The button and zipper were not a problem for me.
Hoshiko and Mnobyj were already naked in the French love variant. Joan and I also completely undressed. She sat on one of our garden lounges, and she pulled me close. My love spear was in front of her eyes.
Her lips went over my love lance at lightning speed until my cock was completely in her mouth. She wheezed and pulled it out again, putting her right hand on her neck. She sucked at my producer, I had the feeling that she wanted to suck my life out. The African released my joy donor from her catches to go on the horizontal.
She welcomed me with my legs spread, and she pulled her eyebrow and forehead up when she put my child maker on her love grotto. I had Joan decided when she gave her lower legs around my hips and slowly but very significantly approached me.
The young African closed her eyes and moaned articulating sounds of her national language. My tail tip was in her vagina when she moved her face. I was afraid of causing her pain, so I withdrawn from her, where my questioning looks met her face.
She nodded, where she had tears in her eyes that ran down on the side of her cheeks. Her vagina was very tight, I had trouble getting into her again. Joan reared up, but she kept me with wrapped legs. I couldn’t escape, she pulled me on my hip with her hands, so I suddenly stuck deep in her abdomen.
A scream of pain came from her lips. My fear of having hurt her was too big, small drops of blood ran on the lying surface. Now she held my shoulders to pull me tightly. Our touching lips defeated our actions.
I slowly moved my love peer in her vagina, supported on my palms, we looked deep into our eyes, although she told me “Joona please don’t stop, you just made me a woman”. So many things went through my head “Why I, hopefully I will not cause her pain. It should be nice for Joan “. She said over and over again. “Please continue fucking me how you do it with the other women.
I lay down on her so that we could turn, but we both fell off the lying surface and I fell on the back.
It hurt very much, and my back of the head also pushed against the tiles. She bent her legs and started her ride. She put her thighs on me like a safe jockey on a gallop racetrack, she moved as if she clings to the sword of an orcas to slide through waves. Her pointed fingernails drilled into the meat of my shoulders.
Her very tight love grotto Molk with her vaginal muscles my cock as if she wanted to put it on.
My big hands of big hands held on their waist. My thick long fingers with a diameter of 3cm layers on their back pelvic bones.
The fear rose and gave way in me. But it was it that should determine what happened.
She had refused to do men over the years, even if they districted. At Jonathan she believed she was finding the right man.
Why she ultimately chose me will remain her secret. Joan will know. Her slim solid body moved on my abdomen and pushed my producer again in her body. Her breasts, as hard as concrete, her warts as black as the night, her little stiff nipples, not bigger like a small pearl stood horizontally from her.
Sweat ran from her forehead to run down on her carotid arteries. Her body fluids flowed from her forehead, nose and chin. Like a stream, it ran down between her breasts, over her belly button to find his mouth on our loins. Some small pearls fell on my mouth and cheeks.
Her salty taste wetted my lips, so I inhaled it. I experienced her short breath when she reached her climax. My pubic bone continued to stimulate her little swollen love pearl, which was excellent between her labia. Joan picked up, at the same moment when I catapulted my seed in her vagina.
We saw in the corner of the eye how everyone present was doing together.
Vicky was fucked by Horst and Felix around Sandwich. Hoshiko rode on Jonathan, the other women were in the French variant.
When Joan took my neck, she came very close to me as if she wanted to breathe a new life into me. I tenderly touched Joans opened lips. Our tongues played in time.
Mbali held onto my shoulder when I straightened up sitting. She was fucked by Horst in the doggy, her movements stimulated Joan and me, who came to a climax again. Due to these light movements, my phallus does not swell. When I looked at our loins, I saw a little laughter.
I asked her in the shower. We quickly cleaned ourselves to give our feeling again. However, she nestled to me in the aqua area as the hot water flocked over us. She said to me “I don’t know that please, please.
Everything is so new to me “. Whereby I replied to her, “Why didn’t you say anything that you are still a virgin. I was such afraid you wouldn’t like it or it would hurt you “.
She wrapped me with her arms, her little nipples bored into my skin like steel nails.
I didn’t want to and couldn’t let go of this young woman. Joan couldn’t give me an answer to my question.
When we came back to the others, they were also showering in the living room. Horst, Felix, Jonathan and Jaali wanted to break open. In the end, only Joan, Mbali Hoshiko and I were sitting in the deep leather cushions of our sofas.
The young trainee had seen Jaali fucked the Chinese, that she was tattooed on the entire back and chest from the neck to her knees, she wanted to take a closer look and frugated me “Joona, I can see Hoshikos tattos”. We were quickly three in my empire, in the basement.
Before the women could sit down, I had turned the sofa into a 3m x 3m lawn at the push of a button. Now we undressed again. She saw the Chinesin in completely different eyes.
I sat down on the bed, Joan took a seat between my legs, and was also sitting between her thighs with his back Hoshiko, on whose thighs to her sitting mbali. Now I explained the tattoos, the Asian. It is the story of her life I announced her.
“Born in the Steppe of the Mongols, after a thousand years of war to the south, hiking to the north with the dragons across borders to escape hostility. Her mother presented her a sword, which is one of the three of women forged.
Only when all three weapons have a single female person is there war “. Another picture shows a warrior with a sword in her hand, another wore she diagonally on her back, continued her way west.
Step by step I explained the African’s life of the Asian. The escape from China via Mongolia, the struggle of the swords.
Until she finally reached what she is. Unwanted she opened the seal to the document that her mother handed over to her when she presented her the sword, when Hoshiko understood her mother, who taught her in sword fight. On the parchment it was “You are one of the three warriors of the black shadows. If the sword leads to peace, only use it for it.
Remember when all three black weapons are in possession of a woman is the war that nobody wants. Always pay attention to the daughters, they are the path of the future, the rising sun. Go at night and sleep during the day, a kite will accompany you all your life, you will feel his flames in each of your ways. You will leave the steppe of the Temüdschin (Dschingis Khan) to follow the golden horde.
Only there will your happiness free you.
Joan looked at me and believed it would be Jonathan. My left hand was on Joan’s breast. She looked at me when I silently said this no. The African leaned forward and put her left cheek on Hoshiko’s back, and she enclosed the Asian breasts with her palms.
As a precaution, I put the alarm clock at 4:30 a.m., after all we had to get out the next morning early. We pulled warming ceilings over our bodies and nestled each other, with Mbali walking close to me, I felt her pubic bone on my pelvis, her breasts rested on my chest, she was half on me and slept deep and firm. Hoshiko and Joan cuddled, where I heard their deep breaths. For Joan, it wasn’t the first time, that she sleeps in a woman’s arm.
The sun laughed at us through the window.
The alarm clock did his job and got us out of the most beautiful dreams. However, we let Mbali sleep because she only had to go to the university later. We quickly crept out quietly into the bathroom. Together we showered, after which we went naked into our apartment one floor higher.
Chqui, Mnobyj, Ellen and my wife still slept in our big marriage bed. I went into the kitchen and put on coffee, then I quickly drove to the Becker to get the ordered rolls. When I arrived at home, the women were already sitting in the house in the kitchen with a fragrant cup of coffee. Only Victoria (Vicky) was still missing, so I went up to her apartment.
I opened your apartment door quietly. A sonorous noise penetrated the bedroom, the door of which was wide open. The African slept the sleep of the righteous, her alarm clock was set to 7:30 a.m. We just had it 6:30 a.m.
I lovingly leaned over her and gave her a kiss.
Vicky was startled and took me in my arms. Our lips touched again to ask me mumbled “I overslept over?“No she didn’t have that. I asked her to get dressed and have breakfast. She was quickly out of bed and stood under the shower.
I also undressed in her bedroom and entered the bathroom. She looked me through the shower cabin door in the eye, she asked me “Joona Come on with”. Cuddly fad of wraps we felt like 10 hours below the flowing water jet, but in reality it was an estimated 20 minutes. In which I raised her and pressed it towards myself.
Her thighs surrounded my hips, I brought her my love sword deep into her tight vagina. She literally sucked on my lips to suppress her moaning sounds. Vicky rocked on my cock so that she could feel it until the stop. Her beautiful firm breast was pressing my upper body, her arms swelled my neck so as not to slip, my hands enclosed her little firm crack butt.
I think she can crack nuts with her PO muscles as well as with her vaginal muscles. She molk my producer sword as if she wanted to suck me out. Your little swollen pleasure button always stripped my pub.
Then we wash the fucking tracks from the body in which we soap each other. Freshly showered and dressed, we entered our apartment, in which there was already a loud hustle and bustle.
Our daughters got ready for school. Five seven-year-old girls plus our two Spanish foster children who are the same age. In addition, bread was announced at school. It has been agreed with the school that we bring past fish rolls for everyone once a week for everyone from their class.
The women were preparing, with Ellen preparing a small salad for every student and student. We quickly helped. I still got halibut, Seehecht and Mackerelen. The ladies whirled in no time until they had done everything.
The dishes were packed in styrofoam boxes on which our logo is printed, it is our Dreifaster Bark the Bloody Mary.
Suddenly we received a call from Joan, she was already at her training company and told her boss of Hoshiko’s nursery. He threw her out of the company, she was banned and was no longer allowed to move anymore. I was quickly on the way to her who wanted to take the bus to her parents. Now it was up to me.
I reached the stop with my old off -road vehicle and asked it to get in. I gave the African my cell phone so that our lawyer Jacqueline (Jaci) should call what she did too. Joan described the incident to our lawyer, but she avoided our sex. I only heard of Jacis light grin in the background, she already suspected everything.
After all, when I was 2 years old, I and her parents fished her out of the Atlantic with her parents off the coast of Ghana, she and 571 refugees wanted to go to Europe. Together with three German frigates and the French aircraft carrier “Charles de Gaulle” we brought the refugees to Europe, only they and their parents took me to Wilhelmshaven. She was still a small diaper pupsi who wore shirt and pants in one (romper). The child slept in my bed on board, my military socks wore her, where I made a knot in front.
I carried her over the deck, she ate my food. When she went to the university I had finished her studies. Today at the age of 29 she is a fully Germans with a doctorate. Jaci announced us “Drive home I will come to you in an hour”.
My old military off -road vehicle moved through Hamburg quickly like the wind, we literally did not touch the asphalt. When we drove into our entrance, Jacis car was already at the door. She was already sitting in my wife in the dining room and now learned the incident from us.
Just because Joan had looked at the Hoshiko nursery, her employer and trainer had thrown it out. You can imagine when the young trainee saw an African lawyer that she was amazed.
Jaci had taught her colleague and judges who feared, she is brutally in the things of the right and always tries to achieve it. I don’t know any better lawyers than you and my oldest daughter Heike. The two women have a law firm in Hamburg.
She asked me for my notebook and wrote an email with the text of the letter for Joan’s employer, to her secretary. The termination was illegal anyway, since it was only expressed orally.
But he was like the ax in the forest. However, the trust on the part of the trainee was destroyed, so she asked Hoshiko to continue the training with her. The Chinesin immediately agreed because she finally experienced how the young lady knew in the plant science.
Joan immediately got to work in the garden, Jonathan was currently in the greenhouse tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers and zucchini.
She won plant shells and piked further planters from Hoshiko’s green children.
Ellen had driven our girls to school. Vicky helped me to ammunition the fish transporter. Then we drove to our organic market. Ellen, Chqui and my wife followed us with the snack car.
On our shop Nicole, Our only German employee to re -equip the shelves.
Vicky went to the meat counter with me, we had quickly filled them too. Our butcher had brought fresh goods shortly before. Everything smelled so tasty, there was a note on a box. Hello Joona, attached and antelope, see if the customers like it “.
After which we opened the market, the customers ran to the meat counter as if they followed the smell.
Nicole had to help the young lady quickly. Marikit had already called our butcher and asked if he could deliver other goods, his exotic meat was already sold. He came to the market faster than the police when we snapped a shoplifter. I quickly helped unload the goods, this time we did this time from the front of the main entrance.
Other customers followed the fragrance. Hoshiko and other regional suppliers came with their goods that Ellen and I quickly sorted. Vicky had stress, Marikit had to ask our butcher again. The whole village waited in front of the shop, they pushed through the shelves in snakes.
For me at the fish stand it was more full than ever before. The visitors to our market bought us almost the entire market until noon. My wife and I asked the customers for a little patience who already looked at us grinning. Hoshiko and Jonathan were still with us on the market that helped us to stock the shelves with goods.
The farmer Karin Schmidt as well as the gardener Karin Meier also came with her goods. Karin’s ostrich eggs quickly sorted when other customers followed us in the sales area.
There was no space in the parking lot. Even on the street, the vehicles were on both sides, the roadway. At the two discounters on the left and right of us, the parking spaces were used to shop with us.
Grandpa Jimmy and Aunt Hulda came into the market with their walkers. The two seniors could not fall over, because the place was simply missing away. Nicole sat at cash 1, Marikit took over the second cash register, Chqui was sitting on the third. They went as quickly as the customers came with full shopping bags.
Even some ladies who would like to stop a chat in the shop as quickly as possible after purchasing the building. However, some women and gentlemen recognized our emergency and helped us to give us the shelves over and over again.
I had to start again and get fresh fish from our company. Maybe I was a little too fast with the cooler truck.
The blue-silver fun makers asked me to go right. I got the classic saying “Vehicle license and driver’s license, general traffic control”. I thought I was in a wrong film. The police stop me just to control me, yes great.
When the official read my name my name “I think Joonas Market urgently needs fresh goods”. He gave me the papers back and sat in front of my vehicle with flashing lights and Martinshorn. We quickly reached my cooling store, together we admitted the fresh and smoked fish. Again the same procedure, they drove in front of me as a passenger protection, so I reached the market in the shortest possible time, the officials continued.
From the entire neighborhood of the individual places, the residents flocked in our small 600m² market.
I had to enter and grant the fish from behind through the warehouse. When I was on the refrigerator again, I saw an Indian flower seller told a woman “You want to buy roses”, I grinned into myself, the lady wanted to go to the shop, while I shouted at him “I’ll go your flowers right awayAround the ears that the thorns get stuck on the face “.
The young man quickly moved away, and I called him to me. I bought the bouquet of roses from him, but not for 20 euros, but only for 5 fishurons (euros). He was not happy to have been rattled with the renitated women of the villages.
I took the flowers and put them on the counter, for me it was decoration. Marikit looked at me with the words “No wonder, you were also buying flowers as long as you were gone”. She couldn’t know how to get to the roses. I briefly explained it to her, although she had to grin.
She took the bouquet itself to ask for the women and men at the meat level. Only with one kilogram of meat that customers bought did the customers get a rose, at two kilograms another, with three kilograms two roses and three sausages extra free.
My wife challenged me to duel. What I usually do as a fishmaker at the weekly markets and Hamburg fish market to praise the goods very loudly, we both did both, although she called “boys and deerns do not buy from the Fischheini, here the meat is so tasty”. She had learned from me and explained to the visitors of the store “not 20 euros the kilo beef fillet, no not 10 euros either, just gave up since her stupid, I don’t give away the goods, give me 25 euros and get a piece of Kassleralso”.
Vicky who heard did not know this sales style at all. She whirled and weighed the meat, wrapped it in and handed it over to the customer. Now I was on it and left my wife a certain lead when I hired my microphone and sang the song “de veermaster” in a quiet tone. The customers were torn back and forth, they wanted fish or meat.
Grandpa Brennestedt thought he was on the fish market. My wife scolded me “Schnulzensinger”. I grinned into myself and announced the customer loudly. “Here there are the freshest of the fresh fish and sea animals, from Nessy to the sea monster to the yellow sushihai, whether eel or devil shark, from turbot, to the octopus. Labet and crowded gibet it if you buy a kilo of your choice, come here three fish, one eel and two perches, not for 5 euros, not for 20, come 15 euros and a long time also “Marikit felt pressed,The customers came to me.
But she didn’t give up, I sell more fish than you meat or sausage. Her rosect no longer pulled. She cooked her carotid arteries with anger. She handed mothers with children, sausage slices for the little ones, with me they got the most expensive halibut.
With bacon you catch mice, with halibut the little dwarfs. Vicky was stunned, such a sales style was completely unknown, but she played her role very well, where she repeatedly emphasized that she would not eat fish because of the risk of being able to swallow a bone, she took out that she took this upOne of these fish bones in question would have got stuck in the neck and a doctor with a huge tongs had to remove this monster from her throat.
What I replied to her “I wouldn’t even have touched you with a grinder tongs”. I had a piece of salmon in my hand and went over to her and put the fishing swap in her mouth. So that she couldn’t spit it out, I raised her and gave her a kiss.
In doing so, she drummed on my back with her little tender fists. Our customers felt that everything was played. I went to my fish with Vicky on my arm, which didn’t want to let go of me, but unfortunately because the residents wanted to be served. She was quickly back in her element and was again behind the counter at Marikit.
My wife stretched my tongue out when the customers bought from her, whereby I started to trivialize the loved ones slaughtered animals, yes my lamb, or yes my calves, the third variant was my bunny, I said “Well my piglet” to her. That was sitting, our competition started again, so I praised my goods again, but this time in Low German “lut to come here, eel and pike, flounder and bream, I don’t have the pikeperch, but the dowel shark, shark ox) and Marlin. Whereby I held a piece of smoked white Marlin in my hand and gave it to a small three-year-old child. The little Dröpps ate it with enthusiasm when he said to his mother “Mom, that’s delicious”.
She bought a piece of this goods where I packed her a little bit of halibut. She wanted to protest. I announced that he was going on the house, I gave her son a little bit of it, ohje what I had done, he melted and looked at his mom as requested. I quickly gave the little being a bigger piece, which he devoured very, very quickly.
The boy was happy. He hadn’t screamed, but he looked a little starved.
A customer frugated me where the Marlin came from because she would only eat that from the Pacific and this would be the freshest. Now I had to educate the lady because she said the black Marlin “Say young woman, how please get a black Marlin, who only lives here to Hamburg, can fly or is frozen?“She didn’t know, I handed her a piece of smoked sword fish (white marlin). She wanted to make me white that there was the Black Marlin in the Atlantic, she said the blue Marlin, which I was also enough for her.
I explained the differences between the two varieties. I turned on the flat screen so that it could see our fishing exactly how specifically these varieties are fished. I asked the still unbelieving woman to come with me, because in the refrigerator I had put a copy of all three of them on hold. I also asked for some other customers.
Vicky also followed me. Now I explained to the dear customer at minus 18 ° degrees Celsius, which is the difference, but before that I had the renitting lady determined, with everyone they were totally wrong. A man frugated me what I would do with my minds, so I announced that he could have them together with the long sword. Like him, he collects animal skulls.
So I did not have to dispose of it and announced that I would be happy to bring him these three copies of him after the shop closes.
Our customers bought almost only sword fish from the almost only, so Chqui had to represent me. Vicky took over her cash register. I started to disassemble the giants mentioned. Whereby we have a glass pane to the sales room so that customers could see how the goods are processed.
The African Jaali was already looking for me in the shop. Vicky announced to him that I dismantled the sword fish. Oh that was his element. He grabbed the largest of almost half a ton, after which he had tied up the apron and brought it to the preparation table.
This giant kerl with its almost 2 meter size grabbed the being, the sea and wore it almost 4.5 meters long fish. It was a black marlin. We filled this specimen, except for the bones, where I asked him to let the entire skeleton together. The customer should get this after the heads Frug.
I also have such a copy in my study, but I couldn’t say whether this is bigger.
Vicky helped where she could, she quickly took over the fish counter and Chqui was sitting at the cash register again.
With her 145cm size, Victoria (Vicky) could hardly look over the sales stand, but she did her job perfectly. But there were also some who wanted to annoy them and asked for some eels that hung on the top of the rakes, incense goods we sold. For this I had a rod with a steel cone, similar to the garden foundrubber with the three patches, it only had one (this is a self -made, I am also only 170cm tall and do not come everywhere).
Now she wanted to try to offer our customers the fish and grabbed my cordless microphone, which she attached to her apron. Jaali made fun of it and got a fan fish of 2.2 meters in length from the cold room.
He went into the sales room with the being and put him vertically next to the small 145cm seller, then he put it in the chilled display and covered him with ice cream. She got a knife and cut down very thin slices. She handed this to our customers. Rather quietly she skilfully spoke in the microphone.
This variant of fish sales did not know Jaali nor I. She filled the sword fishing -like sea creatures in her own way. Buy customers as if there was nothing else, but they wanted to see this little seller how she trimmed this bone fish. Only connoisseurs, know that it tastes better than cooked.
She had only seen one film about how she once told me, but she did this work like a professional.
My wife also sold the sausage and meat products. We don’t really need these literal duels, but we enjoy pointing out the customers of individual goods. Victoria (Vicky) and Nicole are women of the quiet tones. Both women also have completely different arguments.
You only need to leave your blouse’s third button open or do not wear a bra. We men are so easily knitted when you can look at a woman on the breast (man), often slide his brain, not always, from the head to the loins.
Jaali made the black marlin into the sales room, filleted we sold the nature of the sea. I also went back to the fish sale. The customers stood in line, and Jaali also helped us sell at the fish stand.
Some customers who had to wait, on the flat screen like Jaali on the ship had a large swordfish on the fishing rod and pulled it out. If possible, they are caught with towing fishing, only if there are too many dolphins nearby, preferably, you don’t let it out of any network. The marine mammals could be injured by the rakes, that’s exactly what we want to avoid. In addition, we also have a couple of all marlin species from the striped Marlin in huge breeding pools in Hamburg as soon as the young animals are large enough.
We give our mother back what she gives us. We also showed the customer on the video.
But there is also a breeding program in Ghana, because less catching is often more for nature that we all need. Large adult sword fish are very difficult to keep in captivity because they jump out of the water. However, there are networks that prevents this over the pool.
Our customers saw all of this, but our fish we sell are wild catches, whether there is one of them that we have raised in the pelvis ourselves, nobody knows.
Vicky also understood this, she continued to fillet the fan fish, I had briefly went to the office and printed out recipes for its preparation. The customers were greedy within three hours we had sold the big black Marlin and the fan fish. This little, dainty African had understood the entire sale in a very short time and successfully implemented it.
At the end of the day we filled the shelves again, Jaali and cleared the fish stand, my wife the meat and sausage area. A total of three rolls and a small mixed bread were overwhelmed at the bakery stand, which we take for our own consumption.
Jaali The blackest of the black black Africans accompanied us.
Nicole wanted to pick up her daughter with us, which Hoshiko picked up by kindergarten. When we were at home, the Chinesin already had six wok pans on the gas stove, our girls and the two Spaniards helped her to snip the vegetables. My wife, Vicky and I carried the goods brought with me (filleted white marlin and antelope meat) as well as the aforementioned baked goods into the house. Jonathan and Joan were also in the kitchen and learned plant science.
Ellen who stood on the snack car on our market all day long came to the yard with a monkey tooth. She entered the house and announced that she has never sold as much as that day. No wonder, not only the whole village but also from other neighboring communities came the residents to shop with us. Who already took the shopping cart with the two neighboring discounters to be able to shop with us.
Vicky wanted to make her apartment fresh, but Jaali and I had a completely different refreshing idea that found Ellen very interesting and followed us. We went to my office, where I have a large aqua area with two showers.
We quickly hook the two women and left the kitchen. When we arrived in my office in my office, we undressed. Jaali took Vicky under the first and I asked Ellen with me to follow the second shower.
Ellen and I began to pull ourselves. The African hugged our seller, he grabbed her small steel hard little buttocks and raised her up. She clutched his neck with her arms, her thighs wrapped his hips. So he was in her, he conducted his long, thick stiff love sword into her little tight, delicate pussy, even when he shared her labia with his child maker, she began to moan.
He fucked her while standing, bobbing her on his loins.
Ellen and I did it to them, lending herself forward to offer her sanctuary from behind. My stiffer thick tail quickly found his goal like the Harpune that killed a whale. I started to fuck her slightly tender but hard. Her hands included the handles in the shower.
My seed tanks touched their love pearl with every push, my glans also stimulated their G-spot. The moan was heard throughout the room. Ellens Busen rocked in harmony with our rhythm. Their vaginal walls kept my fickharpune tightly surrounded.
The hot water of the shower touched our bodies to seep away in the abysses. Ellen ran down this liquid on the breast like a bundled water jet. At each of my bumps she always came towards me hard. Our wet bodies clapped together so that the water injected away on the sides.
Ellen and I experienced a horny aquatic orgasm that had washed. Jaali and Vicky were also ready when she drilled her dagger -like long fingernails loudly into his shoulders. The African experienced his peak at the same time and implanted the little lady in her little tight cunt, she said “I love you”.
Freshly showered and with clean clothes we went higher one floor. Jaali also has fresh laundry with me, as often as we fuck the ladies in the house, he has his own wardrobe with me in the office.
When we entered the kitchen, our two Spaniards Gitana and Zorra had covered the big long dining table in the winter garden.
Nicole woke her daughter, who came to me asleep in her pajamas and said “arms” she held her little arms up, so I took her up, the little three-year-old mouse. I placed her exactly between her mother and myself. Skillfully with a knife and fork, she started eating, she didn’t wait until everyone had something on her plates, they followed her hunger. The vertebral bones gnawed them as if she wanted to leave our dogs Harro and Jack nothing left, who were expecting the door and asked for admission.
Marikit let her in. Jonathan is afraid of the two Appenzeller Senn dogs, they are very peaceful, they are IPO3 dogs that I have trained, and they have already grabbed a few thieves on the market. They are lurk hunters and wait for their prey, in this case they paid close attention to whether Nicole’s daughter could not fall down. Suddenly she said to me “Papa gives me some of the fish” I grinned into myself, I am not her father.
“And some of the delicious party please, it’s so tasty” it still came out of her mouth. Ellen gave me the liquid said that I gossa with the trowel over the marlin fillet.
The fact that she calls me Papa comes from the fact that my daughters say it to me, she doesn’t want to address me with my name Joona, why remains her secret.
After eating, Jaali and I cleared the table. Mnobyj and my triplet daughters were still not quite finished with their food and played around.
The African, our adoptive daughter Mbali and I took her on the shot. We fed them. My wife took pictures when we were ready with the predator feeding and Jaali changed one of the bibs, he took the little plastic spoon in his mouth. This giant big guy is always to have fun.
Together we brought the three small diaper pupsis to bed, which are already falling asleep on our arms.
Nicole brought her daughter to bed, followed by Vicky, Mbali, Jaali and me in Victoria’s apartment.
Vicky clung to me, where she said to me “Joona, please I want to feel you”. I held her in my arm, she didn’t need an answer. The others sat in the living room, I went into the kitchen and got a bottle of red wine. When I came to them, they sat on the sofa, Nicole spoke to Victoria about today.
Mbali talked to Jaali. I gave everyone the delicacy of the red grape into the glass and encountered our success of the organic market. We had a record turnover that we did not want to challenge. Together we came across the most successful day, our market,.
Nicole gave Vicky a delicate kiss. Both women sat left and right next to me. You know that I am your employer, but only together we are what we are together. Strong and forced the two discounters on their knees.
I particularly hired these two women who did not find a job. Vicky because she is a black African in Nicole because she is a single mother. They understood to give life a chance and others an opportunity. Vicky who actually no longer has to work through the house sale is happy to live with us and to have a task.
Nicole now had the opportunity for herself and her little daughter to build her future.
Happiness is not tangible, but can be explained. I am lucky enough to make these ladies happy. Mbali was stolen from Benin by a German couple and grew up from the sixth month, up to the age of eighteen with her German adoptive parents until it turned out that the adoption papers were fake and she was robbed of her biological parents. My wife and I adopted her after all of which was cleared up so she could not be shown.
She enjoys all legal advantages, especially in inheritance law, if my wife and me are doing something, she benefits from everything, as well as all my children and their mothers. In addition, we have recorded her as a co-partner of the organic market. She especially, she should learn to live. Jaali who also knows her past is happy to wear her on hands.
Both are African continental relatives, he from Gabon, from Benin. She nestled on Jaali, with when we asked her if there was a man, she grabbed her, with the words, after our hands “I never let go of both of you.
It was more than a “thank you”.
Vicky sat on my lap, but Jaali had to fuck with me in the sandwich in front of Nicole. The single mother came very close to Victoria and me.
We sealed our project in a three -kiss. The women quickly turned away from each other, with Vicky kneading the big tits of the two women alternately and caressing. Jaali and I also got out of our clothes, whereby I then placed Nicole on my lap. In doing so, I pushed my end corner sword deep into her small tight sheath.
Jaali took Mbali on his thigh, who let him fuck him. Now, however, it was the African who asked Nicole, she suspected that he wanted to fuck her in the ass, but failed, he put his love dagger, after whom Mbali had relegated, to her cunt and penetrated slowAnd carefully inserted into her vagina when a thick fat long stiff fickharpune was in her abdomen we began to fuck her evenly rhythmically. She squeezed and groaned, she pressed her lips on mine. Her love pearl was still stimulated by my pubic bone.
After a long time, Jaali removed from her cunt to put his love lance with her rosette. Without warning, he penetrated hard into her intestine. She screamed and clawed her dagger -like fingernails into my shoulders. Unfortunately, she did not last long and at the same time experienced a vaginal and anal orgasm.
We let them descend. Now Vicky went on the loins of Jaali, but wrong with her back to the African she climbed him and pushed his cock into her cunt, I also put my love servant on her little pussy and sank it. We quickly found the harmony and pushed into their abdomen. She held onto my arms, articulated in her national language.
However, this close was not tolerated for us. So Jaali withdrawn his children’s maker out of her vagina to start her on her servant entrance in the next moment. She screamed as if on the spit and groaned, we were still pushing mercilessly into her abdomen. We saw from the corner of the eye like my adoptive daughter and Nicole in the French variant.
Furthermore, we fucked Victoria, who with her vaginal muscles my cock Molk, bobbing her very nice firm breasts in the same bar of our bumps. Together we three experienced our climax and flooded with our seed.
Exhausted, we then sat on the sofa all five, with Vicky undergoing a towel, as a large amount of our sperm emerged from her openings. Then, however, she got into the bathtub with Nicole. They had to take care of their openings.
They both disappeared wide in the bathroom.
Mbali, Jaali and I left Vicky apartment to take a shower in my realms in the office. Once there, we are the aqua area, whereby we soap my adoptive daughter. She said to the African who was behind her “Jaali I haven’t been fucked by you today.
I raised her up and placed my cock on her little tight cunt, Jaali stepped behind her and put his children’s maker on her rosette, we had quickly imposed her while standing, we drove our fuck lances into her abdomen, knowing that she wasn’t three daysCan sit properly.
Her big bosom rocked in time our bumps, she clung to my neck. Again we were up to mischief in their openings. Moaning she bites her lips so as not to have to scream, but she came out “fucks me her cock carrier, harder, firm. Fucks me deeply and hard “.
We three reached our climax at the same time and let my girl down again. Completed with shaky legs, she was under the water jet that cleaned us.
Then we dressed up to end the beautiful successful day with a beautiful red wine, but we collected this with the other women.
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