I saw her belly moving sideways in that sudden shiver. I looked at her face and she blushed red. As it was my golden chance, I rubbed the chemical ver...y slowly so that I could feel the sensation of her wonderful belly a little longer. Then after some time, I started painting. After some strokes of brush, I blew some air on the paint to make it dry soon. But whenever I blew, she made moaning sounds, “Hmm…..” And lifted her butt a little from the bed. I understood, it had made her Hot… I was dying. . . . . The Meeting That week seemed to be both rush, yet crawl by. I was excited, but also torn with the idea of some black guy fucking my girlfriend. But soon enough, the Saturday arrived. They had talked the night before and decided that a late morning / early afternoon time might be better. At 12 o'clock on the money, a car pulled up in front, rap music again blaring. Rodney gets out and the fun essentially begins. My girlfriend was dressed in a pair of sleepwear bottoms and a razor thin. That did it for me. Fireworks happened, I saw stars and I came, spilling my hot spunk directly into her throat. I can't describe the feeling better than exquisite. I wanted it to continue, but soon ended. She kept me deep within her until I stopped. What lungs she must have to be able not to breathe for such a long time."Shanana, come up here now" I whispered."Unnnmph" was her reply from off to my right. I had guessed wrong, it wasn't Shanana. She lifted her head a little, and then let it drop. "No I didn't! It was yucky. Mom ... Grams ... Auntie," I stammered even though I'd been thinking about it, about the implications, since I watched my family swallow me. It had excited me!"You're lord of the manor now Robbie," my sister answered as her fingers lightly stroked my chest."Not for years, grandpa will last forever," I said even though I knew the true state of his failing health. It was the reason he'd not allowed me to go off to University sixteen months earlier. 'You have to stay.