When I didn’t protest, she ran her hand down my shin, before continuing, ‘I’m just finishing, ‘My Father’s Dragon,’ so maybe…,’ as she...ran her hand back up my leg, moving to the inside of my thigh, before stopping just above my knee, ‘you could come up with a story based on that. This way you’ll have some experience…,’ starting to slowly move her hand further up my thigh, ‘before you tell your story in her class.’ My eyes locked on hers. Her hand stopped and then she leaned back and slowly. In lot of the stories online there is a thing where the wife is off the pill, meaning the black man she is sleeping with could get her pregnant. Why is that such a turn on?"Sitting up on the couch next to her I told her it might have to do with that being the ultimate act of ownership, the expression of her preference for black men by mating with one. She nodded saying she understood the risk of pregnancy might seem erotic but was also dangerous."I don't think I'd like to play that game for. But as good as Rachel was she was starting to grow tired.She knew it was only a matter of time before she made a costly mistake. Taking his blows and trying to get out of the way of the major ones she couldn't block was starting to take its toll on her. While she did get in a few good hits and kicks herself, they certainly didn't have the same power that his did.That is why when they did another exchange of blows, and Rachel, who was now growing tired, fell for a feint and tried to capitalize. Tum bas us din ki tarah mujhe chod dalo.(Mujhe baad mein pata chala, ki Golu mausi ji ke ghar ka naukar tha. Jo unke kheti-baadi ke kaam ka dhyan rakhta tha)Golu kissing mein Aarti ka sath nahi de raha tha. Lekin Aarti lagataar usko kiss kar rahi thi. Ab ek mard kitni der apne aap ko rok payega. Finally, Golu ne bhi uska sath dena shuru kar diya.Golu 6-foot ka hatta-katta ladka tha. Uski umar 27 saal thi, aur woh saalo se inke ghar mein kaam kar raha tha. Rang uska saawla tha, lekin dikhne mein.