She looked fucking hot and sexy.I said, look aunty, look at your sexy big soft breasts, look at your sexy saree seductively draped around your lower b...dy. Look at your deep navel aunty, look at your sexy fleshy belly, I am going to eat you tonight aunty……..Then I grabbed her belly with my both hands and massaged, all the while looking at her in the mirror reflection. Out of pleasure aunty closed her eyes and kept on moaning. Then as soon as possible I removed all my clothes and stood naked. "Yes," she groaned in passion. "I love your cock." That's not what I asked. The question was if you love black cock; meaning any black cock." Oh," she groaned, reluctant to give a straight answer. "I've never been with a black man before you." You have now. So, tell me, slut," he demanded, drooling a string of spit onto her soft lips while bucking his hips, driving his black dick deep into the swampy mess of the white wife's wet pussy."Y-yes," she croaked with lust, the tip of her tongue. Even before that California sun, shewas already the belle of the ball. But now, she was immaculate. Her whitedress stood out in the sea of pre-teens in their 'little black dresses'and un-ironed ironic dress shirts. It was a good thing he spotted herfirst, or the battalions of 5th grade boys would hold her up with dancerequests all night. He waded through the sea of parents and pre-teens."Fiona," Grover whispered her name like Keats wrote it. Without thehesitation of the last few days, he took. Things were at least normal, and I didn't want them to get worse because of my own horniness. My hand would just have to do.I felt a little let down again the day before dad was supposed to get back, because I knew that with him gone there was at least a chance for me with mom again. I went upstairs to use the bathroom, and as I did I heard the phone ring. When I came back out, I heard mom yelling on the phone. "You'll be back when!?! That's another fucking week! What about your family?", then.