(C93) [ワトサト (杉浦線)] ヤエちゃんのたびにっき (がんばれゴエモン)
#226235 - 'Hello love, I hope you're happy and well-how old is your baby and what is baby's name?' and he walked around the counter to see-then Zaid beamed exultantly; the tiny little baby, he looked no more than a month old, was clearly Somali and contrasted triumphantly with his white mother, the baby had smooth dark brown skin, only a degree or two lighter than Zaid and big brown eyes and he already had thick curly black hair. Abigail James had volunteered immediately when the priest in her family’s churched announced during the Sunday service that they needed people to call on people’s doors to collect donations for African orphans. Abigail didn’t share this animosity, far from it, the orgasms she enjoyed alone in her bedroom or her bathroom always involved black or brown Muslim men using her, but her fear of her father’s displeasure helped keep her away from them.