" Molly, sweetie, you are not going to tell your husband are you? You are not against having a black lover yourself are you?" Oh no," I blurted out. "...It sounds exciting to me. I think I would like that very much. Do you think black guys would like me?" Oh Molly, you have so much to learn. Black guys dream of getting into a white woman’s panties and they really get excited if the white gal is also married. It is one of the things that black guys want to do. It works for me and keeps me happy. I. "I'm coming!" Flashflood! Salty, bleachy flavorful spooge filled my mouth. I savored it as long as I could, then swallowed. He's put his hand on the back of my head trying to force deep throat again. I resisted. I can't taste his load that way. Ok, three squirts and I'll compromise. I couldn't even feel the fourth and subsequent blasts as they hit the back of my throat, much less taste them. Oh well, I got most of what I wanted.His heaving and ragged breathing subsided. Damn! He went soft. "Please, continue."Deedee gave me a strange look; as if she wanted to discuss what I had just done, but decided to finish their own story first."Duvalier, using his dark magic, tried his best to find us. But the priests and priestesses here and in Haiti worked hard to stop his magic from finding our trail. The American State Department arranged new names for us, that's why I'm now called Deedee and Atabei is called Abby. They moved us to a place near New Orleans and got Papa a job. Momma spent. Anna looked at Jason and also smiled.Jordan caught that it seemed everyone had an inside joke that he wasn'ta part of but ignored it and continued to stare out the window.The traffic inched its way towards the stadium passing other car loadsof football fans.Jason stopped right next to a car load of guys in a jeep. They spottedJordan with his window down."Ladies," one of the guys in the jeep said as he tipped his cap towardsJordan.Jordan immediately blushed. He nervously smiled.All four of the.