” Those were interesting data. She obviously had something planned. Well, he’d go along with it. But first, what did going along with it mean?“S...ave?”“Definitely shave.” Which seemed to mean that she would want some kisses. That was fine, because he’d want some kisses, too.Breakfast was her cheese omelet. Carolyn cooked a variety of dinners, prepared a diverse selection of lunches on Saturdays -- most, but not all, based on left-overs from the dinners. She only cooked him two breakfasts, either. She sucked on just the head hard to try to catch every last drop.“My ex husband wrong. Tailless…” and I hurried up to interrupting about what she was about to say.She realized it then corrected herself.“Black men cum taste good in Chinese wife’s mouth. Will fuck black dick later” she saidA drop of cum was falling from the corner of her painted red lips. Ling pushed the drop back into her mouth with a finger then sucked her finger a little. That’s when I realized my wife did her face in a white. Tim followed her inside, then immediately wished he had gone to his house where he could soothe his nerves with a couple of stiff drinks."Donna, the last couple of weeks have been very unexpected for me," he started. "When you got here, I still was still really angry about what happened in college. Since then, I've started to feel differently."She held up her hand. "Stop Tim, please don't say any more." Before he had a chance to react, she stood up. "Before you say anything else, I need to tell. ‘Eu, put some clothes on. You have a visitor. Make it quick though,’ she heard him say in a tone incrementally more engaged than usual. Her curiosity was piqued. She didn’t bother with her underwear, slipping her dress back on and walking barefoot to the door. The door swung open, and standing there next to her father was Betty. She was wearing an unshowy, loose-fitting coat, a thick gray headscarf that concealed her profile, and a large pair of dark sunglasses. When she removed the glasses,.