#67163 - The minister wasn’t aware indeed nobody was, of the passion that Abigail nursed deep within. He wouldn’t be like the black guys at college, she was safe with him, she could flirt, enjoy herself with him without fearing that he would seduce her. The teenage mother didn't see the cunt-it was visible only for a split-second but she did see an unmistakable blob of thick, gooey semen on Judy's inner thigh; clearly the Somali had recently shot his load; the tall pretty redhead's need for Somali treatment prevailed over her church upbringing, if there was any chance, any prospect of this black man coveting her she had to demonstrate acquiescence-she had to risk the possibility of disclosure and criticism of her unchristian behaviour; she apprehensively glimpsed flirtatiously at him, slowly ran her tongue along her lips, lightly ran her fingers across her full, heavy nursing breasts, rubbing her protruding, dark, nipples through the thin material of her blouse and then deferentially bo