As I stared at him indignantly, Fergus crept closer to me, until we were inches from each other. That’s when the creepy old white dude called me a t...wel head to my face, and asked me if my hair was nappy under my Hijab. Oh, and then Fergus laid a hand on my shoulder. When he did that, I lost it. I didn’t even think about it. I simply reacted. Translation? I slapped the hell out of Fergus, and the old white bozo stopped smirking, and pressed his hand against his reddening face. There was. She breathed on it, sending chills up Chris's spine. She licked the tip noticing the extraordinary amount of precum that he had leaked. She moaned and too the head into her mouth, sucking it and swirling around it with her tongue. Chris let out a moan and she went further, taking about four inches of his member into her mouth before it hit the back of her throat. She pushed her face to him deeper, swallowing his cock. Her nose touched his belly and she contracted the muscles in her throat.It. “Mildred?” Mrs. Quick asked.“Sorry, sorry,” I said. “I'm coming.”I walked out of my bedroom and headed after Mrs. Quick. She waited at the stairs, her large breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Her flushed face burned with such wild delight. I hummed as we headed downstairs together.Our clothing awaited us. We dressed quickly. I tucked my futa-cock into my mind-controlling panties, savoring the feel of the wet cloth against me.A shiver ran through me.Then we were out my kitchen. That little nugget of information made me hornier than normal. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," I said, intending to be anything but. I slid her beige knickers off, and she held her legs together, as if embarrassed. I pushed my hand between them, spreading them. Her bush was thick and greying. I stroked at her lips with my fingers, finding her dry. I raised my hand and licked my fingers, before resuming my ministrations on her. I rubbed at her lips, finally feeling some moistness, her labia.