She got new hairdo and breakfast Nigga style, plus dat big ‘ol pussy is a popping nigga cream!’I was feeling his drying out jizz now on my face an... hair, my belly too cracking the cum as Junior rolled about in there, trying to escape by the belly button. Jazz reached down and I felt his puffy lips hit mine, then his tongue. He slipped it deep into my mouth and I sucked on it.‘Whoa dat taste good. Ma batter in your mouth, yeah love,’ he admitted. The taste made his poker excited and up it came. Moving into me until he found his home, we fit together perfectly, with me able to pull every inch of him deep into me, while he was able to hit every spot every time for me. There never was and never will be a question of how good our sex was or if we could make the other one orgasm every time.He began fucking me slowly. He knew I liked that so that I could feel each movement, tits bouncing, hips touching, cock sliding, balls slamming, and today, sweat dripping. It wasn’t just the cock in my. It's your choice. Think about it over dinner."With that he stood up, unzipped his trousers, took out his cock and masturbated over me. I was too traumatised to notice until he started to cum all over me.We ate in silence. My mind was in turmoil. I faced never seeing my c***dren again or destroying my sisters life. I could see no way out. My c***dren were the only thing left in my life. I would do anything to protect that relationship.After dinner my husband asked me for my answer. "What's it to. He grinned at me, “Junior and I pack the stuff in mini-bottles and declared it before getting on. No one blinked an eye.”I took his flask and just shook my head in wonderment before taking a long draw. The stuff burned as it went down and left me gagging at the sharp taste of nearly pure alcohol.“Oh, hey there, slow down missy. This stuff is strong. Not to mention, leave some for me.” Art laughed quietly.We continued taking sips from his flask. However, the booze, instead of making me cooler.