I ordered a pizza. For some strange reason I wasn't horny. Weird, she asked a question: Have you ever been with a White women? It's been over 10yrs. S...e asked why? I said, "It's a list of reasons. I wasn't their type, bad timing, racism, and society." "Well I have never been with a black man." She said. "Why me." She replied, "You were handsome, held a good convo, and I told myself why not."We talked, then kissed, and then the horny kicked in. She started moaning, and my dick got hard. Her hand. She was dead on time but I almost did not recognise her, I had only ever seen her wearing a nurse’s uniform, with her hair in a utility pony tail, and she looked so completely different. It was the first time that I had seen her wearing make-up and her mousey blonde shoulder length hair was crimped into a mass of tiny ringlets. Her outfit was really trendy, a stone washed denim skirt with black spandex leggings, a grey off the shoulder top and a short brown leather zip-up jacket. I had thought. He smiled at Shoba. “You’re still here…” Ashok asked politely.Shoba handed him over a drawing pad she held close to her breasts. It was an image of a woman getting penetrated by a huge cock while jerking another. “You didn’t read…” Ashok almost stammered.“That the ‘husband’ and ‘wife’ are you and Savita?” Shoba asked with a naughty smile. She had actually enjoyed reading what Ashok wrote. “Make up a story, and I’ll draw it for you,” Shoba whispered to Ashok.Ashok quickly narrated an erotic. She laughed, so I told her to do it again. She did, but after the sixth jerk, she was getting tired, so I told her to stop.I asked Replicator to construct a derrick with the crossbar about 15 feet off the ground. I pitched the loose end of the rope over the crossbar and tied the rope to the saddle horn. “Okay, Lucy, now lead the horse in that direction until I tell you to stop.”You should have seen the expression on her face when she realized what was going to happen. The man also realized what.