As luck would have it with in a few weeks after I had slept with Piyush I had another encounter, no nonsense sexual fling with a traveling young man f...rom England named Mark. I was roaming with my friends in sector 17 in Chandigarh and after having spent some time and doing some basic shopping was leaving for my home.Reached the parking lot and pulled out on my kinetic I saw this gora guy trying to seek directions from a rickshaw guy. Seeing me coming he waved and asked for the directions of. I began to feel for this guy who just didn't know what to do. I recognized that, without leadership, many people were going in the same direction. They had neither the ideas nor the ability to make it in this new world on their own. I made a decision but wanted to talk to Bennie first. Even before that, I needed to let Momma Shirley know that we had things under control.I picked up the radio and keyed the mike. "Mom, this is Janice. They tried an attack but it didn't work. We are preserved.". Now, Carla is Black (or African-American if you prefer) and quite a looker. No, actually, she was stunning. An inch or so taller than me, athletic figure and a bust I would have died for, at least a 42 D cup, high and firm. Her nipples were large, like a pair of Hershey's kisses, and you could tell just by looking that they were all natural.Carla either didn't notice my staring or didn't care. We made for the showers, and I just couldn't keep my eyes off her. As she soaped up her body, I found. During the shocks of her orgasm, I slipped out of her mouth and she directed the stream of cum over her face; she would do this every time. I have no idea how I managed to cum so much, so hard, and so often. Mama’s tonic was surely a miracle of ethnobotany. Galina’s hunger for cum was completely satisfied in that shack. She used to look so sad when I couldn't produce any more. It was as if she was addicted to my cum. Another miracle of Mama’s ethnobotany, I bet. In November, the snows came in.