And while I was much stronger from all the therapy and could dress myself, Sharon insisted on helping me with everything."Really, Sharon, I think I ca... dress myself." Tears started forming in her eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked."When I went to get your apartment to get your clothes, there were also a lot of your bride's clothes. It's so sad, Carlos. She was killed on your, and her, wedding day. I'm so sorry. And now you're about to go home and see all her clothes and belongings, just the way she. "Hey, pure boy! First of all I'm not a fucking Canaanite, okay!" Go away!" the boy moaned, covering his ears."And secondly," Rasida continued. "You want 'brazen'?" she said, pulling up her top. "Then suck on these!"Ras looked at her naked breasts aghast. He recoiled, tripped, and fell over, pouring the bucket out on the ground. Rasida burst out laughing.To the north, John found Rada doing the laundry behind their house. He was growing concerned because he expected his mother to return soon. “Oh my GOD…Holy Shit…” she thought. Long, thick, and black, mmmm, if only Mike could see his proper white wife now. She reached up with both hands and pulled his thick cock closer to his face. She wanted to enjoy every inch of this. Interrupting her reverie, he backed up and sat down on one of the settees near the door. She crawled over the short distance and settled in between his legs.She pursed her lips and lightly kissed the bulging end of his cock. Her lips parted and she slid her mouth. Her panties covered only the lower half of her slightly curved belly, and several tendrils of greyish hair emerged from the thin translucent material stretched tightly over her pubic mound.By contrast, her legs were superb, perfectly shaped, their curves accentuated by the chain and her high heels. She was breathing heavily, and I looked up to see her staring at me unfocussed, almost unseeingly, through heavy-lidded, and, I guessed, sex-drugged eyes.Without a word, she turned and walked inside.