This time our faces were too close to each other. I could see her wet eyes and her luscious lips. I forgot about everything else.“Hey, why are you l...oking like that?” Mom asked.“There is something more delicious than jalebi, mom,” I said and brought my face close to her.“Really? What is that?” she asked innocently.I leaned in and smooched her lips. Mom was in complete shock and was stunned. Her lips parted, and I slid my tongue inside her mouth and began smooching her lustfully. Mom gave in and. In walked a gigantic black man. He was at least as tall as I was, probably taller, and built like a football player. His head was shaved bald and his skin was of a lighter hue than the other black applicants who had come in. He had a neatly kempt black goatee and was dressed quite impeccably in a suit and tie that seemed to stretch on his massive body with every breath he took. Despite looking the part, he was clearly quite nervous or dumbfounded or something by my office. He folded and. She really was here. And then she really was here…. She brushed the curtain aside and stepped into the shower with me and crushed herself to me—skin touching skin—lips on lips—arms and legs struggling to wrap around one another. The water covered us and soaked us. She broke from the kiss and tilted her head back as she slid and ground her clit on my cock. “Dee– slow down—I want this so much but I’ve been waiting years—I don’t want to waste it.” “Shhh….” She whispered huskily. “We have all. I'll see you again tomorrow. Long Black again?" That would be great. I'll get some cash though, I can't have you buying me coffee every day."She swirled out the door again, and I got back to my work, but kept thinking how much I was looking forward to the next morning, and another coffee with Milo.And the next morning was much the same. She sailed in the door, dropped the bag on my desk, handed me a coffee, and plonked herself on the desk. For a few minutes as she sat there, her legs were.