So there we were in the shower in just our bra and thong with a totally naked Indian guy all to ourselves to play with. We wet some towels and started... to wash his beautiful tanned body, saving his cock for last. I couldn’t wait any longer and grabbed his cock and soaped it up, it was electric, and my heart was racing. The idea that I would have a big cock in my hand that evening wasn’t in my plans but now that I did I was like a kid. I was so intrigued with his foreskin, I slowly pulled the. I saw no harm in it. I still don't."I thought about my other sibling, two years younger than I, and that she had darker skin than either of my parents; and it suddenly occurred to me, that she, too, had a black father just as I did; and perhaps by the same man; and I inquired about that, too."Your younger sister has a different biological father," my mother replied.I sat there thinking about that for a while. I looked up at the man I'd always regarded as my father, and I couldnt detect the. I climbed off her and we both lay trying to catch our breath. There was an embarrassed silence as neither of us knew quite what to say.........After a few moments, she got up and sorted herself out, saying something along the lines of, "Let's pretend this never happened and never mention it again!" as she left. For the next few days it was a bit awkward and I spent as little time as possible in the house. Then about a week later, I got home from work and it was only my father-in-law that was. Black panties. No clothes.She said "Sorry, Mikes not here but come in. I'm not quite ready but go to the kitchen and grab yourself a drink." She went back to the bedroom...Now, I was 18. I was a normal teenager fantasizing about teenage girls, and I had never looked at Mrs Jones twice. She was just a friend's mother, but she had never appeared before me in black underwear. As she led me through the back door, I couldn't help thinking "FUCK! I've just nearly seen Mike's mum's tits! The black.