4 R-18

Bablu lowered his head, shook his head, and said nothing. His small black hand began to gently caress Bai Yeru's stocking thigh. Xiao Li on the side smiled and shook her head. "Ye Ru, he doesn't want to say it, so don't force it." Bai Yeru gently touched Bablu's head again. "Babru, if you don't want to say it, Auntie won't force it." Bai Yeru and Xiao Li got up and went to ask other children The other black children were obviously much more cheerful than Bablu. Some of them even pretended that they were children. They reached out and touched Bai Yeru's calf wearing flesh-colored stockings and the white high-heeled shoes on her feet. Bai Yeru, who has a pure and kind personality, also treats them as children and lets their little black hands touch her stockinged legs. But Bai Yeru's eyes kept looking at the poor Bablu sitting beside him. Bai Yeru is determined to find out the situation of Bablu After questioning these children, Bai Yeru and his colleagues roughly knew the situation in the village. Only the thinnest and most pitiful-looking Bablu, mother wanted to know more about. "Xiao Li, how about we go ask the priest in the village and ask himBablu's situation" Xiao Li nodded in agreement Then my mother stepped on her high heels, spread out her two round stockings legs, and walked towards the priest's thatched hut. The high priest in the village is an old man in his 60s, with a wrinkled face, a grass skirt on his body, and various rare bird feathers on his head. Bai Yeru asked the priest about Bablu Faced with Bablu's experience, Bai Yeru's mother's heart suddenly became even more overflowing. The rare drought last year made this small African village that was already extremely poor and backward even worse. It turned out that Bablu's parents all died in the famine, and several brothers and sisters also starved to death. He is the only one left, relying on the help of the villagers to survive. "So that's it. It's really pitiful. No wonder Bablu looks sad all day long." Mom's beautiful big eyes burst into tears again, and then the tears flowed down her white and tender face. "What's wrong with this kid? He's so depressed all day long." Xiao Li on the side said this The elder priest murmured "The reason why Bablu is so melancholy is that he has not completed the customs in the village. If this happens again,Go on, in a few years, he won't be able to stay in the village anymore." After hearing what the elder said, my mother was stunned. "Custom? What custom?" The priest was addicted, and after a while he continued to say "This is the rule of this village. If an orphan whose parents have died does not leave any heirs, it will cause disaster and he cannot stay in this village any longer." After hearing this, my mother couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. "What kind of rule is this? Bablu is still so young, how can he give birth to a child?" The priest slowly shook his head "Ms. Ye Ru, you are Chinese and don't know the physique of us Africans. Basically, boys in our tribe have fully developed penises when they are seven or eight years old. They are almost the same as adults and can completely impregnate women." Hearing this, my mother thought again of the thick and long black cock under Bablu's crotch. Bablu's cock was even bigger than her husband's. Mom's fair and tender face is slightly red. "Since... since that's the case... then arrange for a woman... to mate with Bablu... so that she can give birth to a child as soon as possible."