"How many times and how many ways do I have to tell you that you're wrong? You're the most beautiful thirty eight year old woman I know. You've got an...other hundred years before you have to worry about being frumpy."Mom's face took on an excited look. A look that I hadn't seen in quite some time. Then I delivered the piece de resistance. "Besides, we haven't celebrated my birthday yet."She threw up her hands in surrender. "Okay," she said. "You win." Great!" I replied. "I'll be ready in five. Phir nahi karunga, jaane do.” he said all this while he got on knees. He was just about to cry like a baby. He was kneeling with hands joint pleading for forgiveness.“Aap deko, main video delete kar…”“Kaisa laga video? Was it good?” I interrupted him asking this. He became silent all of a sudden trying to understand what I just said. “Was the video recorded properly? Or did the clothes came in the way.” I repeated.The milkman didn’t say a word then, just kept staring at me. He didn’t expect. ”Rachael grabbed Jerome’s hand and pulled him to the bedroom. Rachael pushed Jerome onto their marital bed and said, “Willard, you’re little cock will never touch me again. I want black seed, I want black cock. Jerome give me more black seed, I need it now.” She then began to suck and clean Jerome’s black cock. Once hard again, she told him to continue to fuck her until daylight.For the entire week, Rachael would not speak to her husband. Willard got home from work on Friday. Rachael was. Neither was she, I guessed, as her breathing came more rapidly and her collar bone flushed red.I stood and shuffled toward her, cock in hand. She looked into my eyes, then at my engorged cock, and sat more upright, the vibrator still embedded in her dripping pussy.With one hand, she grasped my shaft, her tongue darting out to lick the tip. A thin strand of fluid extended from my cock's eye to her tongue as she drew back slightly. Then she engulfed the whole head in her hot mouth and sucked..