Then she could find a suitable lover, a man her own age. Donna promised herself all these things as she tossed and turned in her lonely king-sized bed.... Her pussy was still hot with need. That one sharp orgasm Matt had given her with his hand wasn't enough. It had just made her hungry for more. Obviously she was going to have to rub herself off before she could get to sleep. She slid a hand down between her legs and felt the scorching, soaked flesh of her pussy. But just as she inserted a finger. ..don't do that.... please...please stop! I'm dirty down there and I need to shower first"!This time I didn't utter a word. I just slid my hand down into her panties and into the well trimmed pubic hair above her pussy. The hair too, was damp and somewhat matted with what I was sure was another man's, no a black man's cum. I still pretended not to notice and moved my fingers further beneath her body to her cunt and said "Oh God Joyce! You're so fucking wet down there! I love feeling you this. I questioned her cheerfully with smile, "Do you want to achieve your sex fantasy to feed me with your milk solely?"Olga laughed and she said, "After three months you'll also dream about such a World where this is the reality."She was wrong, because I began to dream on such imagined World after one month."I liked the pint of milk and one banana for breakfast, as this was my breakfast earlier, so I think I'll soon get used to your breakfast."She smiled at me and responded naughtily, "You have to. I suppose somewhere along the line I should have seen the signs though, what came next was a complete shock for me. I placed the paint roller down on the plastic sheet below our feet and let out a sigh. “This looks amazing,” I smiled. “You were right about the red.” Shayne tipped the beer bottle in his hand to his mouth and took a long gulp. “Never underestimate a man!” He laughed. I took a swig from my own beer then looked down at my clothes. I was covered head to toe in red paint. “I’m going.