"Mistress Carol didn't reply by then, she was too intent on working her vagina up and down my face. My tongue darted for her clitoris when it could bu...t basically she was in charge of her own pleasure and the intensity of her thrusts became ever stronger. My face was wet with her juice, my palatte filled with her delicious taste. I struggled for breath, gasping when I could as she moved. She could not have cared if I breathed so intent was she on her pleasure. Suddenly she froze, her thighs. The milk was still dripping from my light brown nipple. My nipple was perky. I saw Harish. He was looking at them like a hungry baby. I felt bad about it. I came close to Harish and asked him if he liked them.“Yes, Bhabhi,” He said readily.“But you are not a small baby anymore. And you’re also married. It won’t be right.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But let me enjoy the view, Bhabhi. I won’t ask you to feed me. But, if you don’t mind, can I see your pair of boobs?”I was shocked. I. Electing to go 'commando' she knew she would have to be careful when walking or sitting.Sandy had just gotten herself situated when Charlie and Anita came through the door. "That was quick!" she snapped."Well, we just needed to rinse off – didn't need a lot of time for that," Anita replied."Can I sit here too," Charlie asked, pointing to the empty space on the couch next to Sandy."Uh, sure ... if you want."It was really more of a settee than a couch and Sandy had to slide over a bit to make. Ialso noticed I drew a few eyes from a few of the black men who werehanging around. I am sure many wondered who the "new girl" was.Some of the ladies wore head-coverings that I could only describe asNigerian-hair wraps. Many wore large flowery hats, like I wore.Bright colors, lots of greens, purples, and golds, were prevalant.There were many younger black kids, and many of the younger girls worewhite tights, and apparel like cute plaid jumpers. Most of the girlshad their hair braded or.