Jab mummy kam par se wapas aa khana banaya to hum sab khana khane dinning table par baithe the. Amar lekin shant hi baitha tha.“Beta Amar kya baat h...i aaj itne khamosh kyon baithe ho?” mummy ne pucha.“Kuch nahi Maa bas thak gaya hun,” usne meri aur dekhte hue jawab diya. Mein use dekh kar muskura di aur wo bhi muskura diya. Khane khane ke baat raat mein meine uske kamre par dastak di, usne darwaza khola.“Hi” meine kaha.“Hi”“Kya baat hai aaj bat nahi kar rahe, tum thik to ho?” meine pucha.“Aise. She said his size coupled with his stamina were incredible and supposedly quite common with black men. This was causing even more quivers of anticipation and I was wondering whether I wanted to find out for myself or if my little friend in room was where it was at. I knew with the tension that was building I needed to make a decision and act on it soon. As wet as I was becoming I had no doubt folks would be smelling my arousal soon. I stared across the table at him and pondered and then almost. We got even closer to the blue light.One step separated us from the blue light room. The light went out. Still we kissed and I felt Karen’s small hand reaching into my pants and fondle my dick.“Ooh my, Jack! Is this for me?” Her thumb rubbed over my glans. “Oh, it’s getting wet!”I groaned and reached up under her skirt. There were no panties and so I fingered her drenched pussy. It was like touching an over ripe peach that had split open, where the pit would be was a vagina. I felt her body. Pride? Joy? Maybe even pleasure?He told me simply to rise, get dressed and go home, that He would see me later.As I walked home the smile on my face proclaimed my jubilance to the world. I had pride in my heart, I had a lover in Renaud, who cared for my pleasure. Who made me cum like no-one else ever had. I felt I was victorious. I had won over a powerful man by giving him my body.When I got back to our little shared room, Panek, my boyfriend, pestered me with what now seemed to be trivial.