"Khalil," she said, her voice half a whisper. A militant that had been polishing his gun looked up. "Please... please fuck me in... my mouth."Khalil g...rinned. Cupping his ear, he said. "What was that? I can't quite hear you, slut."Another sharp thrust into her was all the encouragement she needed. "KHALIL!" she yelled, her eyes shut tightly. "PLEASE FUCK ME IN MY MOUTH."Khalil rose and walked towards her, unbuttoning his pants as he did. He grabbed her hair with one hand and pushed his exposed. I found myself cleaning up the kitchen and wondering if it were true about black guys being more “endowed”. I knew a girl in college who had a black boyfriend and she had said his was almost a foot long. I though she was exaggerating. She was my first Northern friend. She came from Michigan and had no reservations about dating a black guy. Wonder how she is doing now, I thought.I looked out back and they were wrestling around like little boys. I chuckled and soon they came inside and decided it. A lot of people compliment me for my dressing and style but I always make it a point to dress decently for every function.Though I sometimes enjoy the attention I get, I strictly am against any kind of skin show. I never wear clothes that are too tight or reveal my body shape either. I do wear modern clothes like t-shirts or shirts and jeans or pants when we are away for a holiday.My daughter Shwetha often tells me that a lot of boys in her class have a thing for me but I just ask her to shut. “Anyone else there?” she asked in that careless kind of way that you just know they’re dying for the answer. I looked at her sharply. “A few people practicing for House tryouts,” I said. “No one interesting though.” She was quiet for a bit. “Jus’ new ones, though, nae one who’s already on th’ team? Nae, they wouldna be there,” she went on, answering her own question, “they prob’ly dinna need t’ practice, dae they?” Mary was obviously interested in someone on one of the Quidditch teams. .