Hopes and Dreams

Elizabeth woke up around 4 a.m. Jamaal's huge cock was half stiff, twitching against her milky white assglobes. His arm was wrapped around her large breasts, the nipples still puffy from regularly breastfeeding the twins. She looked back over her shoulder at the dreadlocked teen. She gently sniffed his hair, his neck, her soft tongue poking out to taste him. He smelled different. He looked different, to be sure. He felt different. But in this moment, if she were to have to admit a preference, she preferred Jamaal to her husband.

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Douglas left early for work. The twins were still asleep, and Jamaal had some pancakes and juice while Elizabeth drank a coffee.

"So ... what do you want to do with your life, Jamaal?" Elizabeth asked. Despite their similarity in age, they'd lived very different lives. One, a struggle against a society weighed against him. The other, floating through a pampered life. One, with an undefined path. The other, who'd be locked into a path her entire life, and already had child three in the oven. Jamaal ate his pancake, considering his answer.

"I want your husband to help out my mom, get her on her feet financially. I've helped to raise all my siblings. Helped my mom with her addictions. Ain't ever had a daddy. I want ... I want to go to college, Miss L.," Jamaal said, his eyes suddenly misting. "I want to play college ball. Everyone knows I can do it. I play with some of them college boys at the park, and they don't got shit on me. And I want a life. Like this. I want a woman, like you. Not some wife I'm fucking. My wife."