One way of finding out, and also getting the chance of a new sex life while there’s still some life in the old body, was to ask for a divorce.I felt...free and happy after the divorce, almost ten years ago now. Soon a female colleague of mine, a black woman from East Africa, suggested I’d meet a relative of hers, visiting Sweden, hoping to find a husband here.To make a long story short (and maybe return with more details in another story), we met and Lilian proved to be a wonderful woman, slim. As I looked at them, they stood up. I played with them, making them more bigger and harder. Then, I wiped my pussy. It was covered with thick dark hair. I parted the hair to look at my dark brown pussy lips and my cherry red pussy. Suddenly, I heard a sound near the bed. I turned round and saw my father – he was massaging his lund (dick) through his lungi and looking at my body in the mirror. I grabbed the towel and ran back to the bathroom. As I started to wear my clothes, the curtain was. True to her word she made no noise. "why don't you want me to cum inside you?" I asked in a dangerous tone, my throbbing cock still lodged firmly in her pussy. "because I don't want to get pregnant, and this is the worst time of month possible for this to happen" she said in a soft, strained voice. Her eyes were pleading with mine again. "so you don't want me to rape a little baby into your sexy body, is that it?". She nodded quickly. "well you should have thought of that before you dumped me. It was not anything unusual back then. I then rode around the block a few times and then to the trailer down the alley and hid my bike under a tarp at the back of their shed. I ran up to the door and looked around then knocked. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was going to have sex with two hot older girls! Heck, they were women to me!!!The door opened and it was Sylvia. She had on a t-shirt with no bra and those same blue panties with the red polka-dots I had seen her put on.