I raped Aunt Barbara's mouth, forcing her to swallow the thick wad of jizz that shot into her throat then took a quick swim to revitalize myself. I f...lt invigorated. I finger fucked Aunt Barbara then smeared the goo on her face before drying myself and pulling my clothes back on. 3 pills plopped into a glass of tea as I saw mom's car pull into Aunt Barbara's driveway. I explained to mom that Aunt Barbara was upstairs and getting ready to go for a swim as I handed her the glass I'd prepared. She started to lick it clean, and then offered it to me. I pushed her over on the bed, and then dragged her to sit on the end of the bed with her knees pushed back on her shoulders. Her shithole was still gaping open. I dived in and had my fill of her dirt box delights with my tongue. Then she had her revenge. She pushed and pissed right in my eyes. I started to laugh, but her piss hit my mouth and my laughter turned into gurgling. Her piss was clear now, due to the water,. Now she was here, she wasn't at all sure why she'd resisted for so long. Bezaffa had indeed been the perfect hostess and her home was the most delightful place she'd ever seen. It was a sprawling building in the Honey suburbs, further out than Ketaba's flat and altogether more affluent again. Like all the homes in the avenue, Bezaffa's was surrounded by a high wall topped with a murderous fringe of broken glass, but once past the wall, the home was very splendid and clearly remarkably. And there’s nothing the WASPs can do about it. They can buzz among themselves but that’s it. White people are never happy to see Blacks moving into their neighborhoods. They think we make property values go down. They think we increase the rates of crime. They really wish we weren’t there, but most of the time, there’s very little they can do. We’re not as helpless as we were in ages past. Today’s Black men and Black women are smart, educated, ambitious and ruthlessly determined to succeed. We.