Though she was giving indirect hint to me, that she wanted me. But I am a fool didn’t understand her for a long time. This she told me later when ou... carnal relationship had started.Our intimacy is developed in such a way that every day I used to hug her from behind and kiss on her cheeks or on her neck or on her forehead etc. She used to reciprocate me by saying ‘I love you Kanna’, or ‘my sweet boy’ and kiss me as I did to her. Sometimes I even felt that she is rubbing her fleshy bum on my. Though she was totally and completely enraptured by black men, she understood, like never before, just how wrong-headed her husband's racism was. Willis, and now Darrell and Trev, were men, like any other. They were human beings. The color of their skin, though so different than her own, was that of two human males. She loved their rich dark coloration---like dark and rich coffee, or the most delicious tasting dark chocolate. How anyone could hate either of these wonderful black men seemed such. I saw her face scrunch up and while I couldn't hear, I knew she was moaning and groaning. He gobbled up his pie for quite some time and when his face resurfaced, he had some remnants of meringue hanging from his nose.After he had 'finished his pie', Edward freed his johnson from his britches. I couldn't look away when he first stuck his fat willy inside her lady parts, and then my lady parts started to tingle. I couldn't help it as I had never witnessed such behavior. My eyes quickly darted. Risking his displeasurewas never an option. Making a decision she couldn't explain was another forbiddenitem. The calendar moved quickly, and Saturday night came. She showered long, carefullyshaving her pussy clean. She rubbed scented lotion over her entire body, smoothingit into her skin and imagining his hands. She brushed her hair, letting itflow loose down her back. She dressed in a pair of black stretch pants and a V-neck sweater, loosebut sticking to her curves. She didn't want any of her.