I left the house at that point and never saw the Africans again, but I never forgot the things that they did to me I have often had a good wank reliving the experiences. I walked back up Howard's drive, quite slowly feeling my sore ass, I had left with out my panties behind, the cool draft up my skirt was a lovely feeling it was soothing my ass. When I got home I arranged a mirror so I could see my ass, It was really stretched to an enormous size.
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