Italian man was good, he kept me on the edge, stopped me from falling over again, every time I was about to come, he stopped, switched to another part...of me, sending sensations through my body. I felt his cock. Wow, so big, no, not big. I tried to concentrate. Tried to form my thoughts. He was huge. I unzipped him, anxious to see it. To feel it. It sprang out, immediately I had my mouth around it. I worshipped it. Loved it. Sucked it, licked it. My world was this cock. His cock. Mike was there,. I slowly drink the juice starting to feel a bit better, when I’m done she takes the glass from me and go back inside, I wonder why she didn’t talk to me, but dismissed it with a shrug. When all the plants have been thoroughly watered I stopped the pump, put the lawnmower away and got my bicycle next to the house, I cycled home and realized that I’m not feeling all that good. Getting home I tell my mom how I feel, she gives me some medication and tells me to go lie down, well I wasn’t going to. I paused, gathered my thoughts and tried to lay it out as succinctly as possible. “Okay, so... I was raised by a single m0ther. My mom grew up in Alabama in the Jim Crow era. She had horrible experiences and, as any m0ther would, she tried to protect me from certain aspects of racism. About the time I became old enough to date, she started telling me stories about young black men who had been jailed or worse for flirting with white girls. And about black men who had consensual sex with white. ”“However, after my marriage with Kaushik, he too said it was too early for a child. Just like how he told it is too late, today morning, despite me begging him. It was very rightfully only a few days after our wedding, but I wanted to be pregnant.”“I was dejected, with my life, and wanted a break. I was going to be with my parents in the coming weekend.”“Maybe it was a coincidence. But, when Kaushik dropped me in front of the station, that eventful Friday, to catch a train that would take me.