Really nail me. I need you to give me a good pounding.”I slammed my dick into her drooling pussy and fucked Connie until her eyes rolled back in her... head from orgasmic overload. I kept pounding my lover’s twat until I couldn’t resist her velvet vise anymore and spewed hot cream onto the opening of her womb.I was worn out, so I wrapped myself around Connie’s naked body, pulled the sheet over us, and went to sleep. It was pretty normal for Connie to wake me up in the darkest part of the night by. I happened to see her at Railway stations couple of times in the next month, but I acted as if I didn’t spot her. She didn’t seem to mind it too.So one day about 40 days after the bus incident, I saw her again in the train. I was sitting in the window seat and she happened to get a seat near me. I couldn’t do anything about. I just looked out of the window and kept my mouth mum. But she asked me.Her: Are you avoiding me.Me: No. Hahaha. No way.I tried to act so cool. But surely it came out. Craig had found it amusing. He knew how some or maybe even most of Coxville Town was a bit racist or at least favoured whites more than coloureds. He didnt mind. All he wanted to do was read, pass his exams and get out of Coxville as fast as possible, getting a job up north to provide for him and his grandfather. It helped that when the jocks had seen that he was just some Thin black kid with little muscle and no intention of making waves and stealing their girlfriends, they decided to go easy. Producing sufficient milk was a big pain from day one. As weeks progressed my wife continued to produce milk for the baby but it was not at all sufficient, the baby was not gaining enough weight and the pediatrician was pressurizing my wife to start supplementing the babies with formula.We went to 3 different professional and medical lactation consultants, none of whom could do anything to improve the flow of milk. During this time, one of my wife’s ladies club member suggested to pay a visit.