You place your keys on the table and lift the delicate flower from its resting place. Slowly you inhale the sweet aroma and know that this is the smel... that has permeated your house. You begin to head towards the back of the house. Slowly, while still carrying the gardenia and sniffing it, you glance down and notice the tender white petals that have been strewn across the floor. They form a path that beckons to you to follow. Haphazard thoughts begin to race through your mind. Who has done. " Yeah, that's it, you old wanker, make me cum with your mouth," said Chika with her beautiful brown eyes ablaze with lust."I will make you cum so fucking hard, you whore," said Charles as his head went between Chika's legs and she gasped at the first touch of his tongue. Charles savoured the taste and the smell of the West African pussy that he was working on as he found every crevice of Chika's vagina with his tongue. He varied the licking between long and slow licks and fast and short licks. The lights in the room were blindingly bright. I didn't want to look up into them because seeing things was all there was between me and being completely fucking scared. I heard a door open behind me. I couldn't move to see who it was, but that didn't matter. A short Asian male walked around the room to face me, but he stayed close to the wall about 10 feet away from me. His green uniform indicated the son-of-a-bitch's Chinese alignment. He was one of the guys we were here to kick the. I mean having his baby, and him not going to know it, you know as we discussed. Blake, are we doing the right thing?”“Fact is I don’t know,” he said. “Whatever we, you, decide, will hurt him in the long run. I mean, tell him, and he worries for the next twenty years. Don’t tell him and he hates us for not telling him after he gets out and discovers he has an adult daughter that he didn’t have a clue even existed.”“But having said all of that, not adding to his stress and whatnot now, looks like.