It didn't take me long to accept thelesser of two evils and just wear the things my sister made me wear.I never knew if Miss Hargreaves told my Mum ab...ut it, nothing was saidat home and yet I had this awful feeling that Mum knew and now she wasthreatening me with Miss Hargreaves and there was that nasty smirk onher face.Monday morning came all too soon after a moody weekend. As directed Iwore my shorts and tee shirt, my trainers and sports socks, then sheloaded me into the car and we were off.. That's all it took; I spurted rope after rope of cum directly down her throat. When I was done, she licked the head, making sure she got every droplet."Tammy, I want to return the favor, but I've never..." Shhh, it's OK; I'll guide you," she said quietly, slipping off her bottoms, revealing her pussy. There wasn't a hair to be seen. She spread her legs, and I slid forward, smelling her sweet scent. When my nose hit her pussy, I closed my eyes and licked the length of her slit. The taste was. If anyone needs it, he does. I thought. “Put it on me,” he stated. I opened the pack with my teeth, and was greeted by the not so sweet tasting lubricant. I slid the slimy circle over the head of his monster cock, and started to unwrap it. At the end, it still left a couple of inches of cock. “Guess you need XXXL,” I said in a cute voice. He smiled and said, “These get the job done, now bend over.” “One sec…Will you buy me that ring?” I asked, rubbing my tits together. “Definitely baby.” Fool.. I learned a lot about the history of Africans, and the despicable things whites had done to them for many centuries. For Mara, having an African man's baby (or even many such c***dren) was the one, perfect solution to combating racism. As long as 'whites' had 'white' babies, and blacks had black babies, the races would forever be separated. There was no such thing as 'separate and equal' as far as Mara was concerned; and I agreed with her.Even before she and I were married, I already knew that.