What was a little upsetting was Dad’s insistence that he join them on the couch so he could boast to his buddies he was going to be on a reality sho...w.Was he being serious? I couldn’t quite tell. At least I’d be able to plead superstition about not seeing the wedding dress until the ceremony, to avoid being part of it myself.And I had to trot that excuse out almost immediately as Mom suggested we make it a family outing. She didn’t have an answer; how could she? She’d made me promise to keep. Her normally feisty nature had evaporated in the presence of the natural dominance of Igwe Orizu.Her taste buds absorbed and thrilled to the taste of the masculine throbbing aroused manhood. The pungent smell threatened to overcome as she eagerly bobbed her lovely blond head over the black pole. Her soft sweet lips slid nibbling over the gnarled throbbing veins of the heated blood that stiffened and hardened the thick and lengthy specimen of hot black cock.Igwe grinned, and glanced across at. Slowly she ran her tongue up my shaft to the underside of my head. She looks extremely sexy when she does this.She then inserted the head into her mouth causing me to groan. Very slowly she lowered her head taking all of me inside her mouth stopping when her lips rested against my trimmed pubic hairs. She stayed like that for a few moments then suddenly started bobbing her head. “That feels amazing.” I told her. She alternated sucking me, jacking me, and massaging my balls until she could feel. "Alfie told me stay away from you and he's the boss. A very vicious bosswho takes retribution when his minions don't do as they are told." Terrykept his arm across the door to prevent Gillian entering his flat.Gillian was dressed down wearing a denim micro-miniskirt, tank top, nudesheer-to-the waist pantyhose and 'fuck-me' strappy high heels. She waswearing a lot of makeup, lashings of mascara, rouged cheeks and redlipstick. Her red hair draped across her shoulder blades.It was obvious that.