How long have you felt this way?"I kissed deeply at her neck and spoke with her flesh in my mouth: "Really only since yesterday. I got so jealous that...you were out on that date." And then?" she asked. Her breathing, which had just slowed to normal after rolling onto the couch, began to accelerate again from my mouth on her neck."And then..." I kissed."Ooohh!" she let out."And then I saw you in that dress. And I smelled your pussy in your panties." I clamped my hand over her pussy when I said. She knew a considerable amount about the subject. It was interesting to me. 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;. I finished the list and asked if anyone needed anything, then I wrote down the special requests.When I arrived at the store, Channel 14 news was set up off to one end of the parking lot interviewing shoppers about the high price of groceries. Luckily they were busy as I went into the store.I spent the next two hours shopping. I picked up a lot of extra things for the house; six girls had many more different needs than a house with just a couple. I ended up with two full rounded up carts. Six. He snatched it up in his other hand. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply.“Mmm, what do you say,” Marissa purred to me, her hand stroking my side. “He looks happy, but he could be feeling more joy.”I glanced at her. “What naughty thought is trickling through your mind.”She winked at me and then crawled forward. I matched her. We reached the end of the bed, Steve still savoring the scents of our pussies. Mine had a spicy musk while Marissa's was sweet and delicious. We slipped to the.