My tongue dived between the slick folds, licking our combined fluids whilst a finger sought her g-spot.My concentration on that mellowed the undoubted...effects of her mouth, tongue and suction on my erection. Perhaps I was too enthusiastic because my face was suddenly deluged with a veritable flood, her leg muscles tightened dramatically and my cock was abandoned as her body orgasmed. Needless to say I emerged spluttering and coughing, more or less drowned. Once we'd recovered, her rapid. We sat back down and talked more... she again complimented me on my dancing and said she heard black men had more rhythm then white men and I proved it right. She started grinning and looked away. I knew she was going to say something, but stopped herself. I asked her what she was going to say, she fought for a while bu finally gave in. She said she also heard something else about black men and she blushed. She said she wanted to find out if it was true. I asked her what she heard. And she. " No. Enid does, regularly. You enjoy things being that way, methinks."He stopped short, and stared at her, wonderingly. Dammit, what she was saying was correct! Enid DID run things in our family.He demanded, "Jeannette, end of conversation, please." All right, Tom." She smiled sweetly at him.He murmered, "I just have to live with it..."Jeannette heard him, and responded cheekily, "First time I have been called an "it"!"He snapped back, "I didn't mean it that way, and you know it!" Oh, Oh. Does. “Can I please have my arms back.” Cait said, trying to change the subject and not to make it sound like she was begging. “I’m sorry for hitting you, but I’m not self-sufficient without them.”Montague turned in his chair and stood up, pacing to one side of the room to the other, then opened a case sitting on a side table.“I don’t buy your story Cait.” Montague said, lifting her prosthetic arms out of the case. He set down the right arm, balancing on its end and walk around to her left side. “But.