"But I... my wife." I started, looking back at the bathroom door to check if she's done. "It will only take a minute. Don't worry about her." she said from over her shoulder with a devious smile. I looked back at J.B.C and he shrugged. As she led me into the next room, I couldn't help but glance at her bouncing ass. She was wearing tight denim shorts, which molded around her jutting ass, showcasing it. And as usual, it seemed she was rocking another whale-tail. This one was white, which contrasted with her brown skin well. Her ass swayed and rolled as she walked, and I had to force myself to look away from the hypnotizing rhythm of her confident stride. She led me into the next room and I found myself surrounded by a gaggle of ghetto girls. Not all of them were black, though. Some were white girls who had adopted the look of black girls, and they sort of, for lack of a better term, acted black. I was surrounded by about six or seven girls, i

I don't know what have came over to her. Its unlike her. She kept shouting, not giving me ear for any sort of explanation. I wished she could understand and know that I was not trying to cheat on her. That I was not planning to do anything dirty. She prepared and served her own meal without including mine as usual. "You didn't put my own food." I asked her as I came inside the dining table. She was eating and murmuring to herself. She looked up at me, stared me for some moments and went back to her food. "What's the meaning of this? How can you prepare meal for yourself because of a small misunderstanding we are having." I said, still standing up. "I don't need any disturbance this evening. If you arw hungry, you know where to go and eat. I'm sure they will be very happy to host you tonight." She said drift back to her food. It's obvious she's nagging which was unlike her. "You a