But this was not the case, my uncle returned home and mentioned nothing at the table as we sat down for dinner. The next day my uncle again went out, ...his time to a parish meeting. I was watching TV, when my aunty came and sat in the living room with me, and asked me if I thought what I had done yesterday was wrong. I muttered an embarrassed reply that I supposed so but felt a little restrained without any proper friends, she asked if I was refering to girls and I told her I was. She then held. I smiled as i saw a streak of precum on her jacket. If all went well, there would be more than that all over her naked body.I walked into the room, turned on all the lights. I disconected the phone and walked back out of the room, pulling the door behind me, but not all the way. I wanted her to have an excuse to come to the door.Walking back to the larger room i could see both sumira and chandokhi dancing with each other. Sumira had also removed her jacket and trouser. Her shapely legs looked. Mike continued to suck and lick hard on Ann’s aroused pussy for another few minutes leaving Ann in an extreme state of arousal. Mike then pulled off his shirt and lowered down his pants. He yanked down his briefs in front of Ann and he made sure that Ann noticed how big his cock was. His cock was swollen and Ann once again tried to reason with him. “Please Mike,” Ann said to him. “Be quiet and take your punishment. I don’t like it when women tease men and then walk away like nothing ever had. He had seen in high school how easily these white women fell for the most despicable of white males, the ones who were just like him, the ones who were unruly, the new generation of low-lifes and ditch-diggers, the kind that got all the pussy they wanted without lifting a finger, all of it reinforced by the slick white-owned media not giving a damn about Claude or his secret journey into a white girl’s heart.In Amanda Larson he envisioned all that he wanted, as she was the real reason for his.