. It reminds me of what Gandhi said.”“What was that?”“He was asked his opinion of Christianity. He said he liked Christ but didn’t care for ...Christians. The ones he had met, he said, weren’t very much like Christ.”“My folks said, screw it and we never looked back. We stopped going and we stopped caring. It was like getting fifty-two hours of your life back every year.”“So, are you game?” he asked.“If you are.”“Oh, I sure am. If you don’t mind, I’ll go whiz. Do you need to?”“I was up. “Hello?”“Hey, sorry about that.”“Oh, no problem.”I was actually surprised he called me back, thought my strip comment turned him off.“Oh I see you now… let me see if I have it, hold on for me.” he said.It was the way he said it that made me have a slight tingly feeling.“I have it; I am sorry about that.”“No problem, I realized it when I went to buy wine today.”“Oh, what kind?”“Excuse me?”“What kind of wine?”I laughed.“Chardonnay.”“Ahhh…. Chardonnay, I am more of a Hennessey man, sometimes. That means that one of you will become a delta girl. One of you will be rejected. We are going to perform a couple of tests and the winner of those tests is the first black trash delta girl ever."Both Stella and Gwen looked at Delia with confused expressions on their faces. "Just kidding girl," Delia said in her best imitation of ghetto slang. Then she yelled out, "Hey ladies," and most of the rest of the house appeared out of the trees and bushes."What we are going to do is a simple test. Popping out, it sat vertical, my aunts legs either side of it. We both froze, me with embarrassment, she in shock. Her nephews' rigid hard thick cock was inbetween her thighs, against her already wet knickers and she needed it so badly." There's only one thing left love" she looked at me, lustfullyRaising her arse cheeks, she grabbed her skimpy underwear to the side and slid down onto my hard cock. I was actually inside my aunt's tight pussy, she was wet through and breathing heavily already..