‘Look,’ I said. ‘We can’t undo what we’ve done, can we?’ ‘Ah…no, I…I guess we, um, we can’t,’ Ann replied. ‘Then why not accep... the fact that it happened, and enjoy it?’ I continued. ‘I…I guess so,’ Ann said. -2- Ann apparently decided we’d spent enough time talking. She slid her hand between us and began toying with my limp penis. ‘You sure can use this thing!’ she murmured. ‘I just try to do my best,’ I replied. ‘And you do it, too,’ she murmured. ‘Thank you,’ I said. I could feel that her. The duvet was a winter one and I was feeling very hot,very drunk,and a little high.I kicked off my boxers and soon nodded off.When I awoke sometime later I realised I wasnt alone in the bed.Holy fuck ! I pretended to be asleep.I was lieing on my stomach,arse up.Not a great idea.Someone was gently rubbing my arse.I froze,tensed up,but whoever it was continued,perhaps unaware I was awake.After a while I relaxed.It was nice actually.Just a massage I told myself.Its just a massage.I felt my mystery. His spermoverflowed my mouth and spilled onto his pubic hair. I came off theknob long enough to dab at it with my tongue.Were all black men like this? Then I was in line with Janie to get mesome more of it. Look, the texture was what I would imagine any guyhad. And the sperm. But the girth was like you had super-sized at afast-food restaurant. My lips were sore from being stretched, but itwas a good sore.I rubbed my face against his genitals. I inhaled his sweet scent. Iglanced up, and Janie. P daal diya wo dekhne lagi mene socha moka achha he mene apne land ko sehlane lage wo kabhi under to kabhi muje dekh rahi thi baad me mene mera land bahar nikala to wo dekhkar heran hogai boli rahul bahiya ye aap kya kar rahe ho mene bola ye dekhne ke baad mujse control naih hota aur muje muth marni padti he boli wo kya hota he to mene bola sab batata hoo pehle apni salwar utaro to boli kyo mene bola na mat bolo aur dekho ye sab kya hota he wo na na karte last me raji hogai usne apne salwar.