““Show me.”“You want me to dance for you, mama?”“Sure, I love to see it.” She put some music on the CD player by her bed. “How’s tha...?”“I like that song. Dance like this, mama? You mean, like you do sometimes when you get high and playing around.” “Yes, baby,” she said coming closer and turning the joint in her hand so Darla could have a puff.“Damn Mama, thanks.”“You do it anyway, so why not with me; right? I think you do lots I don’t know about, Darla.”“What do you mean?” Darla asked exhaling. I moved around so I could get my cock near her mouth hoping she might be that turned on she might suck it but no such luck. I heard my wife moan and whisper that she was touching the bum cheek of what felt like a smooth firm bottom. I told her to explore more and started to rub her now enlarged clit. The expression changed on her face as she said that she had just slipped 2 fingers in the strangers snatch and she was soaking and at this point I tried again to get my cock into her mouth but. “Our landlord was the first to buy a house in this building and the first to set up his home. Then all his effort went in the drain when he was summoned to his company in Egypt, and he took his entire clan along with him,” she went on.“First, they used to land up here every now and then. But now no one comes. We are left with WhatsApp messages and online transactions,” she said as we moved in, opened our shoes and locked the world behind us.She was still bending over to take off her shoe. It. He was not jesting anymore, not only did this specific girl love his big black dick but "all white girls" loved black cock. At this point I was completely jealous and made some half-assed argument about how black girls love white guys. At this he became really serious and raised his voice. He began by looking me straight in eyes with a cocky glint and told me dead pan that black girls don't love white guys. He then went on a rant, a little intimidating but also a little bit of arrogant teasing.