She also didn't know that under the discrimination legislation if two individual appeared for a position and one was coloured and a different culture,...that person had to be given that position before someone of the Anglo-Saxon race. She had never considered the fact that she may get, in answer to her advert, an individual of a different culture, so when she opened the door to find a tall, but well built black man she was taken by surprise.She was a bit lost for words, but finally managed to. Her breathing increased and I knew that she indeed was having her pussy pleasured, although I assumed it was by her hand or toy. “Oh god Jenna, why didn’t we start doing this long time ago? Your face buried between my legs is fucking hot.” I heard a muffled, “I don’t know,” which confused me even more. I was pretty sure it was all just a fantasy, but there was just enough lingering doubt to confuse me. My free hand went to my cock as my wife continued talking to me, “Fuck Jeremy, Jenna has my. After some time I slow move my hand to right boob that was the first time I touched a boob I felt that my hand is on a mango… and kept it like that for some time … later I started pressing it gently over nighty it is soooooooo…. Soft like a pillow… I slowly I open the button of nighty at the top & there are the beautiful mangoes ever seen. I didn’t waste time I put those heavy mangoes one by one into my mouth and started to chew. It was so delicious & saliva started pouring from all my mouth. It would be a big contract if he landed it. The coffee was started, and Sharon made biscuits, gravy, and sausage for Dave. Carol and her would have toast, butter, and homemade jelly. Sharon laughingly reminded Carol that they would need to get some more from their Moms. Especially the strawberry and the plum. They would also need to get some more butter. Their Mothers and sisters all canned and made jams, jellies, and preserves in the summer by the gallon. More than they could possibly eat by.