She explained that she was going to try and decorate her bedroom over the weekend. That it should be interesting, as she had never done it before, but...she was willing to have a go.I casually offered to help, if she got stuck on anything, as I was a bit of an expert. She left saying that she might hold me to that offer.I didn’t think any more of it, until about the middle of Saturday morning. Tracey knocked on the door, and asked if I wouldn’t mind popping round to explain what she needed to do,. “What is this smell?” Rani questioned. She came near the couch where mami was sucking my dick just a few minutes ago.“Oh, nothing much!” mami said hurriedly.“Don’t hide, Sapna! I know you,” Rani said in a kinky tone, unaware that I was listening to their conversation.I understood that Rani recognized the smell of dick. She looks way much more familiar with dicks, as all dicks don’t have the same smell. Another thing that bothered me that why Rani attached ‘I know you’ in her last sentence.Is. She was as she had said about 5`4" tall with copper red to near blond hair, breasts about 38 or 40, carrying a little weight but not over the top, nice if a little nervy smile a smackable arse and aged I estimated about 50 to 55 year old at first glance. He being taller about a year or two older, hansom, blond perhaps just greying hair, both well dressed, her in a cream summer dress, he in a suit. A fairly affluent looking pair, a couple that you would pass in the street of any city, though her. Her husband had told her he'd called a pool company to come and open the pool while he was out of town, but never in her wildest dreams could she have hoped that such a handsome young man would be the one to come over. It was a chance for her most secret fantasy to come true.He stood about 6'2" and was built like a brick wall. More importantly he had the darkest black skin she had ever saw. Ever since she'd been a teenager she'd fantasized about black men, but had never even really talked to.