I saw Ananya sitting in the apartment park with some magazine. No sooner did she see me than she ran up to me ad thanked me again. We got ourselves in...roduced and exchanged numbers. She had her graduation complete and preparaing herself for competitive exams. Ananya was very sweet to talk to and with the passing of time we became more close. We used to share our problems, our daily chores, etc.On a Saturday her parents left for some property works at his dad’s hometown and were to come back on. And I felt very aroused and ashamed that I was being transformed into a girl for a Black Man’s pleasure. My cock was so hard that it was straining to jump out of my panties, and was leaving a dark spot where the precum was oozing through. I was standing there, looking at myself, wondering what would happen next . “What is taking so long?” Carl shouted. “Just a minute.” I replied. I couldn't believe this was happening.I pushed open the door and slowly stepped out, my head down, looking at the. It feels more like the black plague.”“I’d bet against the black plague, but have yourself checked out. It’s an upper respiratory infection; I can hear that over the phone. But people die from the flu, and you could have pneumonia.”“I’ve been to the doctor.”“Good. I’ll call your DS.”And, he did lead the service that Sunday. She dragged herself there and heard him preach from the lectionary. She half- expected Englehard to ask why she couldn’t preach like that, but all he asked her was about her. For the first time, conversation had gone into a lull. We listened to the gravelly old dirty blues CD I’d thrown on. I looked at Anesha. “I just can’t deal with how beautiful you are.” She didn’t reply, just sat up a little, until she could lean her face close to mine. Even at that moment I did not really believe what could be about to happen. Then without a word she leaned forward and caught me in a kiss. It was scintillating. Her lips seemed so petite against mine, and when I felt her tongue.