She moaned sensually as her body shivered. I spread her thighs and her swollen pussy lips opened to reveal the pink flesh. I hungrily lapped up the ju...ices flowing out and pushed my tongue inside to explore. She put her left leg over my shoulder on my back and her left hand in my hair. 'Oh baby, you are sooo good.' My right arm reached up to caress her sensitive melon. Then I squeezed her big hard nipple with two fingers, pulled and twisted it just like what she was doing to me earlier. I licked. "It was when your father" (indicating the man I'd initially assumed was my father) "and I were in Kenya. Omar, your biological father, was living temporarily in Kenya." There was obviously more to it that that, and I pressed for more details."Well," my mother went on after a moment, "we" (indicating with her hand, the man I'd grown to regard as my father) "decided that we wanted to have c***dren, but we didn't want them to be white. We wanted to have c***dren by African fathers, instead."I. It didn't feel like punishment at all." Why don't you call me Judy? Mrs. Martin makes me feel like an old lady." She held my hand in hers, and I felt a fingernail lightly stroking my palm. I had no idea how stimulating that one small gesture could be. It tickled, but in a very good way. I wasn't sure if it had been an accident, or if she had meant to do it, but when I glanced at her face I knew it had been intentional.I had never had a woman, or girl for that matter, look at me with so much. He didnt want to think of a blade that close to what modest endowment he had. He felt his balls being hefted one at a time, and felt the cold steel of the razor deftly scraped across his scrotum. Next he felt his rock hard cock being pulled down out of the way while Rich used a pair of barber scissors to trim what little pubic hair he had down to stubble, before pickup up the razor and again and scraping what was left off, leaving Tim as hair free down there as the day he was born. Tim could.