I placed the towel on a lounge chair and grabbed a big green pool island float. I tossed it in the pool and went back into the game room to turn on th...e stereo.Just as I was about to take off my cover-up the doorbell rang. I ran upstairs and answered the door. It was Mr. Harmon from next door. He was a nice older man, about 56, he stood tall and he was well built. When I slung open the door he seemed almost shocked. I said hello and asked him what he needed. He starred for a moment and muttered. For 12 long years I worked for a man not but 5 years older than myself. Devoted, hard working and made many sacrifices. One of which was his marriage just a few years ago all due to the fact he feverishly worked to provide a better life for his wife and 3 k**s, not that she ever noticed. All she saw was a paycheck. Sad, considering he loved her and was faithful to her through their 14 year marriage. It was his wife in fact that hired me to be his office manager and executive assistant. They. Omg this isn’t happening, omg omg, I am such a lucky bastard, I love you bhabhi.Acting clueless, I said, what bhabhi?She said, “bhenchod, gaand maar meri”.I love it when she abuses me like that, my dick was so hard, it was ready to tear my jeans and come out, I couldn’t wait any longer but bhabhi insisted that we drank first, I took 3 shots of whiskey and then I took my dick out and rammed it into her throat.I was deep throating her and she was gagging, there was spit all over her face and her. I hope that’s okay with you. I love Black women. Love everything about them. I just hope I can find one to love me, before I die. Unfortunately, the Black ladies I meet never seem to go for me. I suffer from Nice Guy Syndrome, folks. I’m six-foot-three, big and tall and kind of imposing, but I also have thick nerdy glasses. I go to Star Trek conventions. I own a Wookie costume from my last Star Wars convention. I’m really into science and computers. By the way, I suck at sports. I can’t play.