///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////Truth be told I don't know how it happened or why it happen...d, but what I know is that it's far from over ...Day 1: The BeginningIt was just a normal day, the beginning of November to be exact, and with that comes the silly "No Nut November" Challenge. If you don't know it's about not masturbating for the entirety of November and I actually completed that challenge ... you may be wondering why exactly am. I waited and allowed her to make a move, she continued doing that a few times. I shifted my arms under my armpit and sat like nothing happened. I could feel my cock hardening in my jeans. Then my hands felt her boob and squeeze, I let it stay there as she didn’t object. I played lightly with her right boob and squeezed hard a couple of times. Her sister was looking out of the window I noticed. Gitu smiled and put a hand on my lap and moved her fingers over my cock, now hard as a rock. She. She had apparently always found African men very intriguing. What was more, she confided to me that she'd always wanted to be pregnant by an African man. Mara was very determined to oppose racism wherever it was. She knew a considerable amount about the subject. It was interesting to me. I learned a lot about the history of Africans, and the despicable things whites had done to them for many centuries. For Mara, having an African man's baby (or even many such c***dren) was the one, perfect. ”“Why don’t you ring her and tell her yourself? You’ve still got our home number, haven’t you?” she asked.“I’ve still got her mobile number,” I replied, “if you remember, we bought it for her.”“Of course, anyway I must go, I have another client coming in, you two take care,” she said.“We will.”We said goodbye and ended the call.“Sarah,” I said to Cal, with a smile.“Oh,” she said, flatly.“She’s found a colleague who specialises in abuse and rape cases, she wants us to go and see her,” I told.