All I could think of was getting my next fix of black cock andballs. I wasn't sure how I would ever be able to leave this place. If Ileft, where would...I get my daily black cock fix? Would one black cock a daybe enough? Could I be sure to even get that much black cock back home?Would Steven let me bury my nose in his balls and take in his musk, orwould he think I was some crazy white bitch? I suppose he already thoughtthat because he hasn't returned to see me. I was now so addicted toblack cock. He remembers very well, I thought. He chuckled and gave me a look that made me realize I would be feeling that effect very soon. We took our glasses out to a table and chairs. We didn’t talk much, though, I suddenly couldn’t think of what to say. There was a tension, thick and heavy, that hung around us. His eyes bore down on me in a gaze that paralyzed any molecule of reason in my brain. Could I just be imagining this after such a short time? Are we going to pick up where we left off, right. Kabi ghar aata or kaafi der tk baitha rehta..Wo kaafi close ho gye the…Ek din…Jab mere pati mahine bhar ke liye abroad jaane wale the to unhone bola khayal rkna apna keh kr nikl gye..Ab wo police mere ghar aa pahucha or bola..bhabhiji kaise ho. Mai hakbaka gyi ki akhir jawab kya du..Wo kehne laga itni darti kyu ho mujse..Maine Kuch galat kiya h kya.Maine bas naa me sir hilaya or bola ki ap kyu aaye h idar mere pati to ni h ghr pr..Unhone bola…hanji muje pta h wo ni h pr usne meko apka khayal. Jan's hands had gone to my chest and I felt her tugging at the buttons of my shirt, she soon had it open and I felt her warm hands running over my bare chest. Bringing my other hand into play I opened her blouse to discover that she was not wearing a bra, eagerly I cupped her small breasts in my hand, teasing the nipples with my thumb and forefinger. Jan moaned as I teased her nipples and squeezed her tits, the fingers of my other hand pressing tightly into her pussy, stretching her panties to.