My grandmother was from one of the bayous of Louisiana and she taught me Cajun and Creole. My other grandmother was from the Low Country of South Caro...ina and taught me all her recipes, even from the Gullah. My grandfathers were from France and Mexico, and I learned from them as well. I’ve worked in LA. New Orleans, Charlotte and Atlanta in different restaurants and learned from all of them. My food will be different, soul food with an international twist.”Well, that explained her coloring, a. Billy had forced Melissa to suck him and shot his cum down her throat. But that was over a year ago. "I know, but I'm not Billy."Again Melissa was quiet. "If you promise not to cum in my mouth."Chris almost leaped off the sofa. "I promise," he agreed quickly."All right, but you have to eat me good," she said and smiled.In a flash Chris slid to his knees in front of Melissa. He looked up at her with a big smile on his face and pushed her tiny skirt up her thighs. She spread her legs and lifted. “Do you like this, David?” he asked.“Yes, yes… fuck yeah,” I stammered, fighting for air.“Must I stop?” He growled.“No, Nooo… Nooo,” I implored, with my lungs fighting for air.Amazingly, minutes later I started unloading as my body battled for oxygen. My orgasm was intense and prolonged, better than any I had ever experienced before. As I squirmed like a randy whore, Rogan lifted onto outstretched arms and with his knees frantically gathering traction on the bed, anointed my hole with a. I was so close but I didn’t want it to end this fast. I grabbed Chris’s head and pulled her off my dick. I told her, “I going to cum to quick with the skill level at which you suck dick. I want this to last, as we may never get a chance to do this again.” Chris said with a smirk, “We’ll have more chances, but I to want to make it last.” She went back to my dick and used her tongue to slide up and then down the bottom side of the shaft. The show was on again as I fell onto the pillow with a big.