I went back to the cock like a hungry little dog. At that point, he stopped me forcefully.Exactly then, to my horror, I heard my grandfather from his ...room say, “Where are you, Susheela? (my grandmother). What are you doing in the bathroom for 20 minutes?”My heart stopped. There was a pin drop of silence, still holding the fleshy cock on the edge of my mouth. There was no response from my granny. Then he again shouted, “Susheela?” A loud call this time.I heard a voice from the store room behind. Rufus was a thirty-five year old bachelor who lived on a smallholding, and prided himself on the fact that he lived a fully self-sustainable existence. Apart from the livestock that he owned, he also grew an abundance of vegetables and fruit. Although most of the men in the area were rough looking, Rufus topped the scales in that regard. The great irony was that apart from the large farm owners in the area, Rufus was most probably the best-off person in the community, according to well. I knew they had questions but couldn't find the words or maybe the courage to ask them. I broke the tension by asking what they wanted to talk about.They both began at the same time almost word for word saying, "Can we stay with you --???" then looking at each other said, "you go" and "ok" revenge is sweet cuz it was my turn to belly laugh!Both girls grunted, had their arms crossed and an upset look on their face. It was more than I could handle and caused me to laugh even harder. The coffee. I opened the magazine to the centerfold and the same black man now was fully fucking the submissive white ass bent over a chair. I had never seen anything like it. I had never seen a real cock in my life except for quick glances in gym class. In an uncontrollable heat of lust, I started rubbing my dick and getting rushes of hot flashes in my body. A few moments later, from behind me, I hear a noise and saw Bill. He had caught me playing with myself. I was so embarrassed.He smiled and told me it.