Though twenty two years had gone by since I had seen her the young African princess had morphed into an elegant queen. The angular lines of youth had ...been fleshed out. The woman in the chair, while not matronly, was pleasingly proportioned in such a way as to as to make the observer want to touch her smooth mahogany skin and embrace her mature body to savor the ripeness of her fruit. As I continued toward her through the lobby she watched me walk as if she was trying to piece together the. She had enjoyed the earlier fucking session to its core. She was still roaming around with the cum stained pussy.Over coffee, we discussed how she was willing to get her hubby involved as a cuckold. It was a dreamy idea, we discussed a lot about it and she promised that she’ll make it work.I finished my coffee and kissed her goodbye. Later that night, I received a text from her husband Amar.He said, “Come over after dinner. Dessert on Megha tonight because you helped her with the project”.I was. That day Anam was all over Keith in the friends house where he was staying, regardless of all the people there she couldn't help but to be all over him and promiscous, sitting on his lap facing him on the sofa, still in her tightly worn headscarf and traditional Asian clothes. Keith talked her into having a sip of his beer before asking her how it tastes, to which she replied ''It's nice, but there's something else you been giving me that's even more forbidden that tastes even nicer, somethin'. You gotta ask somebody 'truth or dare' and if they say truth, you ask a question and they can't lie." Okay," Ron sat down on the bed."If they say dare, you dare them to do something and they have to do it," Dana wiggled her eyebrows."What if they don't want to?" Ron asked."Well, duh!" Dana giggled. "That's the point!" Oh," Ron looked at me and I shrugged."It's a dumb game," I told him."It is not!" Dana frowned at me and then looked back at Ron. "I'll go first, just so you know how, okay? Go.