I could make some reasonable assumptions. First, how did I get to that farmhouse? Was I driving? If so, where was the car? Did I have help? If so, who...helped me? Why didn't I have documentation, identification, money? Everyone had some. Where was mine? Had I left it somewhere? With identification would come knowledge. I could find out where I came from, where I lived, and that could lead to friends and acquaintances who would know me and reveal my life to me.We had to go back. We had to return. “Well, my step-father can search a groom for me, and I will marry anyone he suggests” and she winked at me and my cock immediately rose in agreement and she patted it understanding and walked out before I did anything.We were all having dinner that evening and my sister was looking at both mom and me smiling. My mom asked her what was so funny, she said it was some joke she remembered and winked at me. “Mom, I am going to find a man for you” Uma spoke.“Not that again” Mom replied.“No mom, this. At that time her semester also over and got 20 days holidays. We used to chat daily in our college days. In these holidays we were chatting more time in a day. She used to ask me what are you doing tej . I forgot to tell her name, her name is sanjana. She looks beautiful. On third day or our holidays she asked me some deeply. She asked me ‘hey did you watch any blue films’. I got shocked to read that message from her. I replied ‘I saw a blue film once with my friends in my +2’. She asked me. My pussy was on fire,i never been with and other man but my husband,neverless a blackman altough the whole idea of CHOCOLATE SWIRL is sexually arousing.i could feel my pussy wetting my panties.the waitress came and asked if we wanted dessert.(i'm thinking bring me a bottoe of syrup and i would make him my dessert)she bent down and whispered in my ear he is yumme.we both laughed.he asked if i wanted to come back to his place for a nightcap.I said yes hoping i will get fucked tonight.i followed.