At that point,my world changed forever.On the batrhoom counter,was a note from my wife.She must have got back early from her trip.With trembeling fing...rs,nails still polished,I picked up the note and read it."I see you finally woke up." Got home early, expecting to find my husband, only to find some little slut dressed in my clothes,passed out on our bed." Well, little slut, after you read this, call me at work."I finally got up the courage to call her, and she answered the phone and. And in a few days he was also part time working at our home.After that he always found time to do whatever he can to help mom. This went on and my dad who used to visit like the blue moon also got well acquainted with him…. he knew to keep my dad happy by getting him, some drinks every now n then have a good chat about his work.Couple of months working he had got comfortable and used ask my mom to cook him eggs and chicken secretly as most people there were brahmins and consider it unholy.. Ripping through my under shirt and boxers .. grasping in her jeweled fingers .. and pulling into the moonlight my many veined penis … Diana violently used her elbow to shove me back on the seat as she began to suck my pulsating member with the glee I’ve never seen before and haven’t since .. grasping my prick with both of her hands … sticking her tongue into my urethra with abandon … It was extremely wet and sticky .. I was reeling with lust and running my fingers through her raven locks. I cleaned my analcavity well in the hope that Bishop would honor me byfucking my virgin ass. I finished and awaited hisarrival. When the bell rang I sprinted to the door togreat my guests. “Welcome to my home, please come in and make yourselfcomfortable,” I said.Besides Bishop there were three other black men in hiscompany, all looked rather well fit and I knew I wasin for a delightful afternoon.“Get your clothes off NOW, and put these on.” He flunga pair of sheer.