Quickly, he mopped up the mess, got back into his own panties andpantyhose, and continued with the laundry.After starting the wash, he picked up the l...st she had left next to abucket of cleaning supplies on the laundry-folding table. It was aprinted checklist from a local cleaning service. "Our maids will cleanyour house from top to bottom!" the list began. It had sections for eachroom of the house, with square bullets for various duties. Jennifer hadchecked some of the bullets, and at the end. He had rented a movie, 'Mandingo', for us to watch together. Mandingo was a racy, R-rated film about the south in pre-civil war times. It was about slavery, and had a series of very steamy interracial sex scenes. These scenes were far more explicit than I was expecting or with which I was comfortable. Robert's was growing noticeably aroused as we watched the wife of the plantation owner enjoying being 'pleasured' by one of the large muscular black slaves on the plantation. Her moaning as the. The lips fascinated me, and I focused upon them more than upon anything. Her lips seemed not only to be beautiful reaching appendages of her body and soul but also seemed a purpose, a reason. I noticed at this time that I too had lips, sticky and reaching, and felt an urge and desire to have contact between our two otherwise-empty souls. She awoke then, just as I had done earlier, to the first vision she had ever encountered the first thing she had ever attempted to decipher or to understand,. ‘Once you had black babes, there’s no turnin’ back’, she laughed. ‘If it’s like that every time, I think you will kill me!’ I laughed. We played and talked for a while, her pussy was lovely and she liked to talk about it, and her tits. I told her how exciting I found her unusually long nipples. ‘Breast feedin’ babes, just breast feedin’,’ she said. After a while she manoeuvered on top of me and dangled her massive tits in my face. I sucked them, then moved her up so I could taste her pussy. .