” I moaned as my orgasm hit and her mouth was filled with my semen. I was shooting loads of my cum down her throat and Shaheen just kept on gulping ...y cum down her throat without any resistance from her.“Drink it Bitch…… swallow everything, don’t waste a drop,” Fathima said, encouraging Shaheen to swallow my cum. Once the orgasms subsided, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and Fathima too pulled her fingers from her pussy.Shaheen just collapsed back on the sofa closing her eyes, totally. !! I just got up off the sofa and went to the bedroom to change to normal attire. Since he was using another bedroom, without talking a single word to me, he also went to his bedroom.I thought since he was fully drunken, he wouldn't have understood what really happened now and would have gone to sleep. I was kind of relieved by that thought, but I didn't want to take a chance. I quickly wanted to change my dress and remove the makeup. My bedroom was not locked, as I completely forgot to do. Did he imagine it was his? What a bore! Who gave blow jobs anyway? And why? Indian women never considered it kosher. It was just not part of ‘the being an Indian wife’ service. ‘Indian wives were voluptuous women with long black hair. You’re supposed to get off on that!’ she meant to tell her husband, pointing to some imaginary line in their marriage contract, but there were none. ‘Stupid blond women…’ she mutters instead and stomps off to her kids rooms. The kids are asleep, or pretending to. Jess wondered idly if Brooke could ever be persuaded to have sex with another girl. Probably not though. Brooke's voice jerked her out of her revire. "Did Tony ask you to the prom? I saw him talking to you yesterday." Jess jumped guiltily, thinking of her boyfriend."Yeah, he did. Why wouldn't he?" Brooke sighed and continued to brush the snarls out of her hair. "Your soooo lucky to have a guy like Tony, you know that? I mean, no guy in this UNIVERSE would look at me for half a second." Jess had.