I drove home listening to the radio, I wasn’t really paying attention, it was just on for the noise. I was grateful that James had been so willing t... listen, and that I had gotten everything out. It seemed like it had been a long time since I had really talked to anybody and told them how I felt. Before I knew where I was, I was home. I am not sure how I got there, or how long I had been sitting in the driveway. So I parked my car, and walked into the house, grateful to finally be home. As soon. I try to stay at Kats longer but when she starts to discuss things like sex positions, I decide to leave. I know shes just trying to put my mind at ease, but it hasnt worked at all in the year shes lived opposite me. Heading back home Im happy to see that mum and Jay have gone to bed, I cant hear anything which makes me think theyre asleep, 12.30 is very early for them. I go into the bathroom to use the loo, do my teeth and wash my face. I need to wash my hair tomorrow. Softly I pad into my. ”“Don’t go Becky,” he said, rubbing his black cock in myface. “Forget your husband and sons for one night. I knowyou want to suck some chocolate, and I want some more ofyour tight pussy. Okay?”“Bobo it happened,” I said searching for my bra. “Donthinks I am visiting a friend and my two sons are notthat much younger than you. It happened, I enjoyed it,but it is over. Let me go.”“Not before a farewell shower,” he said as I. ' I thought of Omar just then, thousands of miles to the south of where Mara and I were; and that it was HIS sperm that had impregnated Mara, not mine; and this sent a thrill running through me. That, I found myself thinking, is the best, and even perhaps the ONLY way that Mara and I could do anything against the ugliness of white racism. When she and I had flown back home after being with Omar in Kenya, the thought occurred to, while in-flight, that customs would know absolutely nothing about.