.Per meri biwi ko mushhil ho rahi thi aur uske african laude ka sirf 3 inch he ander jaa raha tha meri biwi ke gale ke ander….Itna mota lauda tha ki... ander he nahin jaa raha tha…..Woh african ab ruka aur usne ek dum se meri biwi ka muh apne laude per se hata diya…..Woh ab khada ho gaya meri biwi ke samne aur apna pura lamba kala lauda haath mein pakad liya aur bola “muh mein nahin le sakti toh koi baat nahin chal apne pati ke samne mere bade laude ko hila aur phir muth maar mera….Mera pura paani. " So what?" he said. "They won't say anything."I smiled. "That's easy for you to say ...you don't have to deal with the consequences if my Dad finds out.."Derrick laughed. "Don't you worry about 'ya white daddy, you just worry about 'ya black daddy, okay?" He kissed the top of my head and took my hand, leading me up the stairs to the main floor of the house. As we worked our way through the crowd, Derrick exchanged smiles with his fraternity brothers and several fist bumps. The guys would greet. Giselle's smile coupled with her hand on my lower back seemed to guarantee we would have a lovely time despite my confused state of mind. Closing and locking the door behind us, she escorted me to the minibar where she had two wine glasses ready to be filled.I set my things down as she poured a glass for each of us. I thanked her as we saluted each other with the clinking of our small goblets. We sat and talked as we drank not rushing the process of trying on skimpy garments. I told her I'd. Jennifer had been keen to dress them in nothing more than a pink ribbon tied around their testicles, but her mother had vetoed that idea. A little decorum was required for the first part of the day. Even so, they presented a sight to make dead men sit up, and it was impossible to disguise the stirring of loins among those who viewed them. They were tricked out with beads, earbobs, frills and furbelows, but no underwear – not a stitch. Miriam hadn’t objected to some titillation, and to the.