You've focused on Lekesia for long enough, let me take care of you for tonight at least." That's why I'm not allowed to be there tonight," Lekesia tol... her mother. "He says he wants to spend the time with you and that I'll be more of a distraction, and now that he's explained it like that I agree with him. We can talk about it afterwards, so I'll meet you in the morning. But believe me, it will be a wonderful experience for you. You'll never forget it." Does that go for us normal types as. I saw my wife’s hands slip under his hips and push against him as though she could push him off. The last words she whispered in his ear were ‘You’ll have to take me you black bastard’. ‘And that I will you white cunt’ he growled. His thrusting was more demanding now but I could tell this was all part of her game plan because she was lifting her ass in perfect unison with each downward thrust he gave. Each time his bulging head pressed against her tight entrance now he would pause and I could. With a cry of joy, they managed to carry one another into an orgasm of sorts, before laying still for a few moments and then laughing and standing to shower away the residues. Fluffy towels dried each-other`s bodies and then together they cooked and ate breakfast, the film still temporarily forgotten. The food consumed and the plates washed they returned to the bedroom, soon the bed was tidy, and they lay on the gold bedspread, both naked the curtain still open as the film began. Luckily, they. I watched you. You liked it…’ ‘What is so wrong with that? Isn’t it natural?’ I asked, remembering something that Henriette had said to me. ‘No, it isn’t. Not for you…’ ‘You play so well, Olivia. You’ll do well on the world stage,’ Henriette sat on the old sofa in the music room, as we called it, listening as I practiced. ‘I wish you’d have been one of my instructors,’ I smile. ‘I know nothing about music, I only like to listen.’ ‘My technique is horrible these days, I think I’ll need another.