Next day after his bath I went into the bathroom and saw my yesterday’s panty soaked in cum, I tasted it, felt divine. That day again I wore a saree...with a blouse that felt like a bra, and pallu strapping is so low that it revealed a lot of my navel and blouse area.Oh! Boy, the expression on his face was remarkable. Like a hungry baby going to grab the milk bottle. That’s the reason I wore it. When he came down on to the sofa, I acted as if I was going to clean the floor and did the same using. She pointed towards her waist and asked “do you want to see it?” All i could do was just nod. Again in one sweeping motion, as she was lying down, she lifted her sari and her petticoat. She was wearing no panties. She kept her legs closed. She made me move closed and again asked me do you want to see more, again the same reaction from me. She opened her legs as far as they could stretch and told me see all you want. I looked at her face for a second and could see her pleasure in my boyish glee. " I remember saying. She introduced herself as"Toni, with an i". Now, her face wasn't as nice as her legs, kind ofharsh, if you know what I mean, but when she pulled off her coat, Isaw she had on a low cut blouse and one of those push up bras thatmade her look as if those puppies were gonna leap out of her shirt!Every time she breathed, I was waiting for the whole top to explode,if you know what I mean... :)I told her I was a truck driver, working for the local UPS doingshort-hauls between. And studied the tattoo just above my blond pubic area. It gave me such reassurance to see his name forever right there. In every way Bobby owned me. I continued on my way to the living room with a calm resolution. Bobby was the one who took care of me when I needed it. He is the one who ultimately put together the program that provided the correct answer for my black pregnancy. Rather than going through with a terrible decision to end my pregnancy, I became a blacktized young white girl with a.