Karen had already left for work, so it was just Chris and I in the kitchen. "What are you doing here?" I half-joked."Told Karen I'd fix that shelf in ...er closet while she's at work," he said. I must've looked at him like he was crazy (he never did that kind of stuff, just said, "Why don't y'all call the landlord?" if anything came up around the house). "Truth is, though, I wanna see what it is you're doin' to yourself in that bedroom that makes you moan so damn loud. You kept me up all night.". Those leather panties drove me nuts all day."Cocking his head, Darian favored the young woman with a wicked grin before he said simply, "You know you could have just slid them down your legs. There's no way to lock a g-string."With a wordless howl of rage, Monique threw her purse at the photographer. Bouncing harmlessly off Darian's shoulder, it flopped to the ground behind him."You have serious anger issues, little girl," he said. "You need discipline." You need to get me out of this stuff,". At least, she seemed happy toting around the little bundle of joy everywhere she went and even to church on Sunday. I never saw such a well-adapted vision of motherhood than Marsha on her worst day. She had this sort of glow to her face and never even bothered with make-up anymore like she was not interested in pushing her pussy to the other sex. She was thoughtful enough to give me the odd hand job when Nancy was too busy to take care of me or was involved with some new man-friend from her job. Ahmed was ambivalent about it either way. Would our families be upset with us for what we had chosen to do (have an interracial c***d); let alone another man's c***d, instead of by me? That was a possibility, but Alicia was especially determined to defy our societies proscription regarding both interracial sexual congress, as well as cuckoldry in particular; which many might regard as 'adultery!' Neither of us accepted those view-points, so for us it was a moot point, but that might not be the.