She had spots of paint on her face and in her hair. There was also a big streak of lemon-colored paint down the side of her nightie. Mum didn’t even...acknowledge my presence. She kept slopping on the paint. I pushed my blanket into a pile under the plastic sheet spread over my bed. Then I raided my closet for an armful of clothes and headed out of the room. Glancing into my mirror as I passed it, I could see enough of myself around Mum’s legs to cause me to do an about-face and go back to my. " shespread her fingers and gestured down with both hands, "...happened. Ithink what you say there makes a lot of sense and when you had thearticle on reversing the effects of the curse I started to feel hopefulfor the first time. After the incident at my son Mattie's school I knew Ihad to contact you." Hardly a curse, brother," he said, "But a blessing forged by the Lordfrom the tools of his enemies." I thought you've said that it was a homo rights group that did it, I...Idon't understand how. A group of guys were chatting up my wife. It was obvious they were discussing something of great interest to my spouse. She was smiling, giggling, and nodding her head affirmatively as they talked and laughed. When she saw I was back in the house, she motioned with her finger to indicate that she was headed into the rear part of the house, where the bedrooms were located. I gave her a big smile and nodded back. So she left the living room with an entourage of eager males. I followed everyone. “I’m pregnant,” I said again. “And the baby isdefinitely black.”Larry stared at me, his cock growing hard as analuminum baseball bat. I told him again about what Ihad learned. With a deep groan, my husband shot a hugeload that flew several inches into the air beforecovering my hand.Larry insisted I have the baby. I agreed. But he alsoinsisted I continue to date and fuck black men. I morethan enjoyed the black cock I was getting – by then Ifelt like I was “addicted.”My belly became big and.