Uske baad uski panty ko lick kiya ummmm kya taste aur kya khushboo thi. Mein jaise paagal huwe ja raha tha aur phir maine bas uski panty ko apne lund ...par ragadna shuru kiya. Kuch der baad maine apne lund ka saara lava uski panty mein undel diya ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Phir mein apne kamre mein chala gaya. Kuch der baad Pratima mere kamre mein aayi. Mujhe apni wohi panty dikhaakar poochne lagi..”bhaiyya ye dekhona ye kya pada hain panty par? Maine isse baathroom mein rakha tha..socha tha sone se pehle. In a goading, voice dripping with desire she said, "I want to watch. I want to see your big cock going inside me and opening me up. I've never seen a black cock. Fuck, I've never seen a naked black man. I want to look at you. Fuck me with that black cock." "What do you think I'm doing bitch?" was his angry reply. He then lifted himself over her and slammed his full length into my wife's cunt. "Now fuck me back. Yeah, like that, move those hips. You aint ever seen one but you love my black cock. He kept looking at me - nothing creepy, just a quiet, smiling, nodding appreciation. When he left, there was a twenty dollar bill sitting there. He started coming in every day and did the same thing - $1 cup of coffee, fifteen maybe twenty minutes of quiet sipping as he glanced at his paper, then leave with a twenty dollar bill sitting there. I wasn't complaining, I needed the cash - but I it did make me think. One day curiosity got the better of me and I sat down after giving him his coffee. I. ‘We have decided to take pity on you. Come, join us,’ Mrs Parslow explained, before gesturing towards the patio. It was more of an order than a suggestion, and came laced with a warning that I must prove them right in having gone against their better judgement. I’d like to think that desperately pleading for her to ride my face went some way to making amends. But that happened a bit later. We took drinks at the trestle table. The conversation was surprisingly cordial. It was all the usual.