Looking at my fingers again I heard his name called. It was I who had called him and I didn't even realize it.He came trotting into my office all cur...ous. I was sure he was expecting food, play or a walk. I told him to sit and he did. I was really nervous and I hadn't done a thing. Maybe I would see if he would lick my fingers. I mean if he wasn't interested in that then he probably wouldn't want anything beyond that. I said what the hell to myself and I dipped my fingers back in my wet. It was Wednesday evening. All was quiet. The kids were out, some kid of church youth event, a food drive if she remembered correctly. Sherri loved these nights. She was not limited to the bathtub. Tonight, she was on the couch, with the TV on to some raunchy show. She was wearing a black skirt that came to her knees and a black long sleeved top. She had taken her bra off and tossed it on the floor; she loved rubbing her nipples when she did this. Her other hand was inside of her skirt, rubbing. After all, you’ve now fathered 7 of my 9 black babies. I’d be happy if after today it was 8 out of 10 black babies, but I’d love it to be 9 out of 11 black babies, and if I was extra lucky and you made it 10 out of 12 black babies, even better! No complaints from this mature white woman who’s 32 years older than you!!! So give me as many black babies as you can young man! Not bad for a 56 year old!!’ They made love for over 3 hours, numerous positions, couldn’t count how many sperm deposits. I was more than a little surprised when she specified that my outfit had to be some combination of pink and white: shoes, hose, skirt, blouse and underthings. I thought that this was a rather odd request from someone new to my scene and secret, but I also felt like it was kind of an order that I was more than happy to try to comply with. We made a date for the following Saturday and I wasted no time in making an appointment with a local gal who specializes in makeovers for guys like me and then.