Champagne sexcapade with a ebony hunk

My brother's plan was naughty. Mom drove me. She was part of the plan. She was black a busty delight, wearing a low-cut blouse today that showed off her tits that were just as big as mine. I took after her. She hummed as she drove us into downtown Sacramento for our hotel tryst with Mrs. Armstrong. I clutched my new purse on my lap as I squirmed on the passenger seat. A writhe of excitement and nervousness swept through me. There was a lot riding on this. At the minimum, we had to get Mrs. Armstrong to call off the protest of the massage parlor I ran. But it would better to see Mrs. Armstrong punished for what she did to my lover, her own daughter. Stefani was hurt by her mother's rejection. For a time, when we had tits Mrs. Armstrong blindfolded and an active participant in her “massage,” Stefani imagined mending the relationship with her mother at least. Her parents were hardcore Christians, so to learn Mrs. Armstrong was a closet lesbian, or at least bi, was shocking. We massaged her. Devoured her. Fucked her with strap-ons. Mrs. Armstrong loved it and 'still' rejected her daughter. She must be full of such hate and self-loathing to turn on her daughter. To try and destroy our massage silicon tits parlor after we gave her such bliss. “It's going to be fine, Zoey,” Mom said, her bleached-blonde boobs hair sweeping around her shoulders. “Okay. Your brother's plan will work.” “How much do you know about his plan?” I asked, my hands stroking the purse Lee bought today. “He's keeping it close to his vest,” Mom said. “I think he's having fun. Melody probably knows. And Pam was rushing Knockers around the house when I was getting ready, looking just bubbly.” I nodded. He put his arms around boobs her and black kissed her forehead. Eagerly he stands and pulls her into his arms. And then, when Minerva leaves, Flitwick enters. Her account of lovemaking cut short by premature Knockers ejaculation left me blushing and fidgeting in my chair. It's okay, it's fine…" Then silence. With a groan of pain, she lay there, barely conscious. “Yup,” Sombra grinned, “but I tell you what, if you’re a good girl and silicon tits do what I say, I won't keep you overnight. What Doshenk described as “formalities” are then performed, all the while with me waiting on my knees. After moving past the lower backwards knee, I reached the middle segment of her leg and moved my tits hands now across bare skin. Adina Maxor - Paladin Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Lion clan