Oh how good that was. About 7:30 she came into the front room wearing a sexy looking bathrobe and a sexier looking nightie under it, did she look hot...."You look hot enough for dinner," I told her. "I'm glad you think so, as I'd like to make a good impression on this new guy. "Yes, he might like to make it a habit to stop by now and then," I told her. "It makes me hot to think about getting some more black cock, it feels so different when he puts it to me." I like to see his black cock sliding. I gently kiss it, smelling the sweet, light scent, smiling at the dark, eroticred colour, the way the petals elegantly form the most beautiful shape. My eyes leave it only to look into His eyes. He smiles down me, a small gesturethat sends tidal waves of anticipation right through my body. My toes curlslightly, my calves tighten and flex, my hips squirm against the softness ofthe bed, my fingers claw out then retract into a tight fist, my eyes pleadfor a touch… all this brought on by the. I am a single child, so you can understand the level of freedom I get from my parents. They haven’t said no to me never, like literally never.I have passed out engineering two years ago and currently, I am doing nothing just enjoying life with my parents’ money. I have tried alcohol with my parents for the first time as they trained me for engineering college. That time, I was about to get into college and a week before, my father told me to drink.Well, I haven’t told my parents that I lost. . well, not gone, but definitely postponed.But when I stripped off and collapsed into my bed, it wasn’t a dreamless night that met me.Quite the opposite.I was on a stage.I don’t think it was the stage at the club - it was too clean, for one. But there were definitely elements of it - I could smell the cigar smoke that’s always present at Marty’s, the lights looked like they were arranged in the same way, and the whole room had this weird sense of familiarity.But, unlike Marty’s, it was.