What is waiting for me in the kitchen?

In the kitchen Mother is flipping pancakes and a big fully-naked muscular black man is sitting at the kitchen table. He has a neatly trimmed beard and short hair. Except the table has changed from before the wish. The tabletop is a thick glass plate. I can easily see through to his cock hanging down between his legs. The size is similar to Jack, but very dark.

Distantly I hear the shower running upstairs.

“Darling meet Malik”, Mother tells me “go ahead and sample him.”

He is looking me over and the robe hides nothing. He says, “Hey, girlie! Would you like a suck of this big black bad boy?”

“What?! How dare you ask me that?” He is shocked. I must be still adjusting to the post-wish world. Recovering quickly I add, “ I’m not sucking the cock of a man who hasn’t felt up or even kissed my boobs.” I move up to him.

He grabs my shoulders and eases the thin robe off me. As it falls to the floor his hands slide down my back and his eyes keep their lock on my round breasts hanging closer and closer to his face. My boobs quiver with anticipation. Then his big hands move to my flank, then my belly and up to my breasts. His hands and lips caress and gently squeeze them. His thumbs are edging near and nearer to my nipples.

“Oh yes, enjoy me”, I whisper huskily.

His lips and tongue hit my nipples and the shock rockets through my body. I can feel the hunger rising inside me. My hands explore his back and his shoulders. My hand starts going over his short thick curly hair. I hesitate, is this action rude; is touching a black man’s hair demeaning? His hands are squeezing my butt; he doesn't seem to object to anything. There must be some rule saying touching his hair is allowed if he is sucking my nipples.

I put my right hand on the tabletop, and slide down his body and under the table. Mother said, “go ahead and sample him.” so I will.