Lately it was the interracial kind as you can see a huge amount on the Internet.You know the kind where a white woman, usually married has sex with a ...lack guy. At the end she has a pussy or ass full of his baby juice.I did notice that Joan did get excited watching those and the night usually ended with some great sex. Truth be known I also enjoyed it and sometimes wondered how she would look under a black guy fucking her.We talked about it although our discussions never went further. Just too. Lisa seemed to want more ,she stepped closer positioned my cock between her legs just under her pussy. She held my hips as she slowly slid back and forth on my cock between her moist lips. I could feel her pussy getting warm from the friction against my cock as she continued to slid back and forth. At times she would stop and lay her head on my shoulder whispering how wet she was getting. I already knew that , I could feel her juices being released onto my cock. When a rush of warm cum . That night I dreamt about God again."What was that all about?" the Christ asked in confusion. "Are youreally going to abort me?" Lord," I said. "All this is very new to me. I feel like I still barelyknow anything about this new body, this new life. Except for thememories You gave me, I barely know Joe! Can't you give me some time toadjust?" Of course," said the Father, and I felt His love growing against mybelly. "Take the time you need. Your abortion will be painless." That's not necessary," I. She stopped wearing bra. One day when I was in my eighth standard her brother went on a tour for two weeks as it was common in his job. And it was my duty to sleep in their house. On that day I slept by her side but I could not sleep as my mind was occupied by her thoughts. Slowly after one hour I kept my hand on her while sleeping and after some time I kept my legs on her. After some time I was almost on top of her. She didn’t show any resistance as she was in deep sleep. My face was almost.