Wait, that's not right. My cell phone's alarm isn't a buzzer.The buzzing is coming from my left side, so I roll over and see what itis. I slowly open ...y eyes a little bit, and I see red LED lightsdisplaying "5:45". I kick my feet out of bed to reach it and turn itoff. After fiddling with the clock and pressing a few buttons, I findthe one that silences the alarm.Now that the buzzing is over I sit back on the edge of the bed for amoment and try to catch my bearings. There's a hair in my mouth. I. I got up, wrapped a towel around my sweaty naked body, slid my inner wears under the bed and pushed the waiter inside the bathroom with his clothes telling Rohan, “Bhaiya, wait a minute, I got drenched while washing clothes.”I opened the door in towel only, and Rohan was surprised to see me like that. He walked inside asking, “What happened to your hair bhabhi?” I had no answer to his question that why my hair was so disheveled, I tried to divert the topic asking him where are the groom’s. Looking down at my still-hard cock, she said, “Sorry, Uncle, I forgot about your release while I was enjoying myself. I was very selfish, my poor Uncle.”“No problem, kid, I can take care of it myself. It’s time for you to leave.” I licked my middle finger, tasting her cum, “You, too, taste good, Roshni.”Roshni smiling, said, “You can taste it from the source if you wish, Uncle. I would be glad to have your lips on my pussy.”I was shocked to hear her offering her young pussy. This siren was. When her asshole boyfriend fucked her she had felt nothing but this old Black men gave her the best orgasm of her life just by talking to her. Maybe it was because he was Black and she was white. Maybe, because of the shame of slavery, white girls like her just naturally wanted to submit to Black men. Whatever the reason, she couldn’t help but think what would happen if the relationship became real instead of virtual. Just think how wonderful it would be if she knelt in front of Tyrone and she.