Laura could do nothing but listen with rapt attention."I was adopted and raised by white people. That's why even Shaniqua finds me a little odd. I'd b...e more comfortable at a Vivaldi concert than a hip hop one. I like to go to museums. I read Jane Austen." She made a mordant, satirical face. "I'm more comfortable in the company of white people, I guess, even though I'm very proud of my African heritage."Laura nodded, afraid to interrupt. Jane Austen? Really? Maybe I should try Jane again, she. He must have felt like he was in heaven, everyone complimenting him, as I continued to service his cock. I swirled my tongue around his pee hole searching for every last drop of sweetness as I noticed his shaft was still rock hard and showing no signs of subsiding. As he pulled me to my feet, my face completely glazed by his massive discharge, I blurted out, "I love you, darling." He gave me a soft kiss on my lips then slid his tongue into my mouth. I swallowed the last of his cum as he led me. Yeh baat aaj se 6 month purane hai. Par raat ko sote waqt thode dikkat hote the kyunke mere behen madhu ke boobs thode bade the ( 32 ). Isliye kabhi mere haath se press ho jate the toh kabhi mein jaan booch ke halke se daba deta tha. Meine kabhi sex nhi kiya tha. Fir muje halke – halke maza aaney laga par madhu normal the. Winter ka mausam tha or mein shorts pehenta the or madhi maxi fir ek raat mein ander underwear nhi pehena or mera Lund tun gya or madhu keg and mein lagne laga, madhu kuch. ’ ‘You sure? Three blocks.’ ‘I’m good. Thanks, though.’ ‘Okay… suit yourself,’ said Philip. They arrived at the restaurant after walking three blocks. It was crowded inside and, much to Jasmine’s delight, warm. They waited for a few minutes before they were seated. ‘What do you like to get here?’ Philip asked once they got their menus. ‘I like the ham sandwiches. The chicken salad is also great,’ said Jasmine, not looking up from her menu. ‘I like that turkey club, too… and that tomato soup,’.