I sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch and put my knees between her legs. "Suck my titty, George. Suck my milky titty."...I leaned forward and slowly took her breast in my hand, my tongue flicking across her nipple and then sliding around her areole until I finally allowed my mouth to cover her nipple and began to suck. I was in heaven and I think that she was enjoying my suckling too. She put her hand on the back of my head and drew me. Luckily Manya was experiencing just a passing bout of exhaustion and she looked into her son’s eyes and smiled at him, loving the fact that he was concerned. “Let’s go to the bedroom Mom”, he said as he tried to help her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his mother to stand up and when she finally stood, her wet,. Then both sighed in relief as they saw that the thoughts weren't Ray's but those of the female Chorton. Nali and Elizabeth looked at each other with disgusted looks was this really normal sex on this world? Ray had finally put all in place as far as he knew though he had to look further, no sense in this happening again. Rapidly he went through well over half of her mind again when he saw something far deeper than he'd been. Damn it! This was dangerous he'd never been that deep before almost. Do you know something? I don't think she even knows I'm black! Honest. To her, people are people. Some are good and others are not. They come in assorted sizes and colors, and Andy judges them one at a time ... against the same standard!"Folks, what more could we possibly want? Isn't this the embodiment of Martin Luther King's dream? Isn't it? 'Judge a person by the content of his character, not the color of his skin.' Could I have another round of applause for one of the greatest human beings.