At night after dinner, we were all sitting in the living room chit chatting. BIL was sitting on the sofa with Manya.During the chatting he started unh...oking manya’s blouse. He started occasionally drink milk from his wife. It was normal in this house to open any ladies’ blouse and play with her choochi. I liked it. After some time I saw that my husband also joined them and started sucking Manya’s right choochi. Manya sat in between feeding both her husband and dewar with sweet nectar from her. Try as I might I could not relax my foot to stand on thefloor! I tried to take a step on point, but my feet justweren't strong enough, and I was, forced to sit back downon the bed."What is wrong with my feet Katie?" I asked inastonishment."Oh Horatia, you know you need special corrective shoes towalk in, ever since your accident!" she chided me."I wish you would stop calling me that," I asked her, asshe bent down to place my feet into a pair of shoes fromunderneath the bed."What would you like. Great dinner, glass of wine back at my apartment and then we groped and basically dryhumped ourselves silly. She was a virgin and very shy outside of the workplace. We continued to date and it was my perfect match. She was hot, had a great rack and gave me the best blowjobs I had ever had. Because she was a virgin,she had that skill down. The problem, however, was that she was so afraid of a mans load. She would blow me, and as I was ready to cum, she pulled her head away, pointed my dick. Or maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me because this was the first time I'd ever had a black woman's pussy juice on my lips and tongue.Jazz writhed beneath me as I pushed my tongue down her labia and inserted it into her hole. I greedily lapped her juices, slurping and sucking until I had her worked up into a frenzy. Then I found the button of her clitoris.I licked around her nub, heightening her pleasure, yet denying her what she really wanted. And when I had tortured her enough, I.