Raziya was seeing this scene by without blinking her eye.Few days went, one day Raziya asked me, sabji, wheather I cook nicely or not, I said ok, it�...s good. She asked what is plan for tomorrow, as it is Sunday. I said say to your mother to come tomorrow, she asked why, I said my body (back) is itching (kujli) me lot, sultana is out of station, so that she will rub my back with Chanaga Ata (Bajji Flour) while bathing tomorrow. She said my mother didn’t cured well, any way I tell her about this. ‘Have you a ring?’ ‘Aye, that I have.’ Donald looked at his best man. ‘Charlie. The ring.’ ‘Oh, aye.’ A ring was produced from a sporran hanging in front of the kilt. It was a remarkably beautiful ring. It was placed on the prayer book. ‘Take it and put it on the fourth finger of the left hand,’ the clergyman instructed. ‘Aye, I know.’ Donald snatched her hand and quickly pushed on the ring. ‘With this ring I thee wed. Right let’s away to the wedding bed.’ He dragged the girl out of the church. Meanwhile, Tina was going to town on my cock. I warned her that I was getting ready to cum. She didn’t hesitate and swallowed all of my jism as I humped upward. Despite my strong orgasm, I didn’t relent on her clit and Tina had a thundering orgasm. However, she never stopped sucking my cock, which never fully deflated after my orgasm. Tina took notice and said that she was ready to be fucked. She laid back in the missionary position and waited for me to mount her. Before I did so, I retrieved. Someday, I’m going to meet a beautiful, educated, classy and intelligent black lady from a similar economic and social background as myself. And I will value her and she will value me. If we’re cool, and want the same things, I will bring her to Milton in order to meet my mom and pops. Who knows? I might even marry her. However, that’s not what I’m looking for right now. Right now, I’m just trying to have some fun. There are high-class black men out there who married educated, intelligent, and.