There by giving her pussy a very shitty taste and smell. Then as per our house rule she would spread, he would see it, and then he was required to kis... it, at which time his sister would grab his ears and force him to stay there much longer than he wanted to be.On the other hand my wife was very careful to keep her pussy clean and smelling fresh. She would keep a bottle of lilac perfume right next to the toilet and would rub a drop onto her clit after going.Later before going to bed she would. It didn't make sense... I wasn't into the whole mixed race thing.Yet, at the moment I was the one on my knees, subservient to a much younger black man."Oh yeah, I always love it when suit and tie rich white boys can't wait to drop to their knees and gobble up black cock," he continued, continuing to enjoy the racial aspect of this act.And although this description definitely wasn't me before this moment, I couldn't help but feel that right now I was exactly where I was supposed to be. It was. “Hmm,” said Grace, “Hugh’s going to view that pretty suspiciously.”“Why?”“Because he knows about Gareth.”“Ouch! When did the tenders arrive?”“Friday.”“Was there a date? More importantly when was the Davies one dated?”They riffled through them and found that it was the previous Monday.“Still no good,” said Grace. “All of that was way after the restraining order and Davies senior’s apology.”“We both reckoned both apologies to be genuine.”“Yes.”“And, if you and Greg both keep a close eye on the. Only it never came. After a minute of silence, and waiting for a reply my sister finally spoke up. “Huh, weird. She must've gone out. Ahh well, I'm going to go get out of this monkey suit. Make yourself at home, there's stuff in the fridge if you're hungry, remote's over there,” She said pointing to and end table next to a recliner, “I'll be down in a bit and we can catch up.” I did as instructed and made myself at home, kicking off my shoes and heading straight to the kitchen as my sister.