We carried on talking normally when we got home my mum, her brother and my little sister were fast asleep, so we decided to watch a film in my room, w... were both on Facebook on our laptop until it got in to the film, about 30 minutes in i came off my laptop and layed on my back with my hands behind my head and under the quilt, she closed her laptop and went to the bathroom, she came back out in pyjamas and got under the covers laying on her side in the spooning position.“I’m cold” she said “Can. ” maine kaha, “jab tum mera poora lund apni chut mein le sakti ho to gaand mein kyon nahin. Haan thodi takleef zaroor hogi. Tumko to takleef wali chudayee hi pasand hai na.” wo boli, “aisa maine apni chut ke baare mein kaha tha. Tum mummy ke aane tak jitni baar chaho meri chut ki chudayee kar lo par meri gaand mat maro.” maine kaha, “ek baar tumhari gaand mar loon uske baad to mujhe tumhari mummy ke aane tak tumhare chut ki chudayee to karni hi hai. Main tumhari choot ko ek hi baar chod kar. I was feeling much better and I was barely 3 minutes in the shower. My hands gently reached for my dick, one hand pulling the skin the other washing the head, reaching for my balls, massaging them while washing my precious tool. Of course with the blood rushing through my veins and my thoughts came back. Since I left this place, this house, ladies in the house changed big time. Mom seemed like she was happier every day, dad definitely was satisfying her needs, I know that for certain. And the. I now know that bigots come in all shapes, sizes and colours. Sometimes the most bigoted person in the room isn’t the white person standing alone in a sea of so-called minorities. Often it’s the person in the interracial relationship who feels much venom for their own kind as well as those different from them. Anyhow, I’ve said enough about this. Kind of hurts to rehash the past, but it’s oddly therapeutic, you know? Right now, I’m sitting in my dorm. Waiting for a most special gentleman..