My ... Lord!” Sammy said as she picked up the chocolate colored vintage Gibson ukulele. “My dad loves a good ukulele, and this, Cuda...”“May I...see, please?” Ms. Kharlamov excitedly interjected as she stood up from her seat. “You correct saying, ‘Oh my Lord’, Samantha. This gorgeous instrument is nineteen-sixty-two, ah ... no, it sixty-three Gibson Ukulele. In right hands, this will sing like...” Viktoriya’s words faded as she gingerly turned that ukulele in her small hands.“You have a superb. ..OHGOD!...OHGOD!.. .OHGOD!.......ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh". Her legs were spread wide, the skirt wrinkled under her ass. Her face was shiny with sweat and her hair was sticking to her shoulders. Her hands stretched to her sides, clutching at the fabric on the mattress. I don't know if it was just one orgasm or a series of them. More softly she muttered, "ohgod!... ohgod!... ohgod!... ohgod!......" Her voice trailed off...Finally, the spasms left her body and she calmed down. Her body resting heavily on. "And then Anna explained how as part of creating her church, sexual liaisons played a crucial role in bonding on some issues. Given that we're intended to be sexual creatures, this didn't surprise me.Anna's almost command to me to update my mind now has been misconstrued by many since who have learned of this incident as an imposition of her fears onto me. She wouldn't trust the process until I'd gone through it as a guinea pig first. Of course, it was nothing like that at all.Logically Anna. I kept his cock in my mouth and gently sucked, pulling it out to suck the head and flick the tip with my tongue. Licking and swallowing all the thick ribbons of his sperm. I quickly recapped in my mind, 'This is the first time I have ever done anything with a black guy and here I am swallowing his cum.' Somehow it just felt right though. Like this is what I was meant to do, pleasure sexy black men. I took his slightly hard cock all the way down again, taking in his musky smell and feeling his.