I still had the little gift card anonymously donated to me announcing my membership in the ‘Nigger Lovers Society’. A card I now cherished as a sy...bol of the crushed Ku Klux Klan. My new wife of five years now joins me on the porch after supper. She seats herself quietly beside me, rocking now in slow cadence with me when she reaches over, placing her right hand on top of mine. My hand turns over to grasp her gently. Supper and the dishes were done. (Dinner comes in mid-day in the old south.). I chuckled once, and the image of my face, with my half-smirk, danced in Betty's mind. She had shown her cards and she knew I was very aware of the power I did in fact hold over her. She had gotten it wrong. - I was still, and would always be the one in control. I slipped my head slightly into her wet hole once again, and this time she couldn't help but moan aloud. " Oh God...Yes...Yes." I slipped in another inch or so, and then pulled myself back out, holding her hips in place. Once again, I. Their parents have gone to their native place and about to come after two days. Seema brought some tiffin for Kavita and me. Sisir asked Seema, “Kavita is a special guest and she should treat her with some special items.” Seema said, “We have now this much in tiffin, let me make some special tea for all.” Then Sisir said, “Well, let me find some special items for Kavita.” With this, he followed Seema to kitchen. A couple of minutes later, he came and said me, “Seema is ready with the special. So Elle made for Mrs. Hollis’ office knowing that was where she would be. She planned to go on the pretext of complaining about the fact that Jeff had just tried to have sex with her, hoping to get the woman jealous and feeling reckless.A few minutes later Elle stormed into the office to find her query hunched leaning back in her chair and, could that be moaning? Elle couldn’t believe her luck she knew the signs of a woman getting herself off too well to be mistaken and the situation couldn’t.