I could understand that easily. Since she wasn’t there, and Margie said Anya wasn’t doing women at all, why the hell had she delivered me up to Ma...rgie. Was it to control or gain influence with Margie, or to use me for some kind of weird plan of her own. Then the question became, ‘What did Blevins know?’ It all just ran round and round in my head. I was thinking I should contact Anya and just fucking ask her. The next thought was always it might just all quietly go away. There was another. Apne paas khada kiya aur lungi ke upar se hi mera land shlaane lagi magar main poonam chachi ke saamne thoda sarma raha tha jo saayad chachi samajh gayi thi aur bua ke kandhey me haath daalte hue kaha ratna dekho to mujhse sarma raha hai arre jab bachpan me tu aata tha to tujhe main hi nhlaati thi aur teri nooni ko bhi ragadti thi tab maine kaha tab ki baat aur thi chachi tab main bachha tha tab chachi ne kaha ab kya ho gaya tab bua ne kaha ki chinaal abhi kal hi tujhe bataaya hai ki raaj ka. But William insisted I should go to see them. I finally accepted and my friend told me he would show me where my sexy wife was with her black lover.When we got there in the middle of the darkness, I found Jerome was with his pants already down to his ankles. My sweet Ana was sitting with her legs spread onto the black guy`s lap; fully impaled onto his huge dark dick…Anita could not see me, as she was with her nice eyes closed; jumping with her wet cunt over that huge black rod.Her black lover. ” She put the phone on mute. “Sherry wants to know if you’d baby-sit Michael and David this weekend?”He blinked, temporarily derailed. “Well, sure, I guess so,” he agreed, scratching his head. “You don’t mind?” They were leaving in the morning to visit Aunt Rachel and Uncle Paul in western PA; he wouldn’t get to see his cousins.Mom shook her head. “It’s up to you, kid. Sherry wants to get some cleaning done at her mom’s, and doesn’t want the kids underfoot.”Henry nodded. Sherry was his Uncle.