Returning to the front, I saw the English teacher's husband, wearing a green swim cap, holding their baby on the pool deck. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned as he gazed with a smile toward the deepest part of the pool.
When he noticed me swimming over, his eyes, hidden behind black goggles, turned toward me. Instantly, I grew nervous. Had he seen me nursing from his wife? But then again, the English teacher had allowed it—it wasn't my fault.
Seeing my tense expression, "Turtle" actually gave me a faint, friendly smile, which only made me feel more guilty. After all, I had touched his wife's breasts and even nursed from her.
What puzzled me was that, despite sitting on the pool deck, the man had a noticeable bulge tenting his swim trunks.
About ten minutes later, Sam swam back, guiding the English teacher along. They looked like two distinct bodies—one dark, one fair—swimming closely side by side.
I watched as they approached "Turtle." Sam held the English teacher's hips with both hands while her husband pulled her up from the deck. The English teacher seemed exhausted.
What happened? I'd have to ask Sam about it in detail later.
"Zihan, I'm back. Let's go," Sam said as he swam up to me.
"Let's go," I replied, glancing at Sam's relaxed expression and then at the English teacher, who looked worn out. I was sure something had happened between Sam and her.
After climbing out of the pool, we walked toward the English teacher.
"Teacher, I'm sorry if I wore you out during the lesson," Sam said with a wide grin.
"It's fine. I had a great time."
The English teacher gave Sam a flirtatious look, her face flushed and her eyes soft and alluring. Her ample breasts beneath the black swimsuit looked incredibly soft—no wonder they had felt so good earlier.
"Teacher, we're heading back," I said.
"Go ahead. See you tomorrow," Sun Xiaoxiao waved her hand at me, and I noticed her pinky finger twitching slightly.
Was she reminding me not to say anything?
"Okay," I replied.
After saying goodbye to her husband, Sam and I headed toward the small courtyard where we were staying.
"Sam, tell me the truth. After I left, did you and the English teacher do something?"
On the way back, I hooked my arm around Sam's shoulder and gave him a knowing look.
I had to admit, I was a little impressed with Sam. If it weren't for him, I never would have gotten to touch the English teacher's breasts, let alone nurse from her.
"Heh, I'll tell you all about it slowly tonight before bed," Sam said, his grin widening as he saw the admiration in my eyes.
"Fine, whatever," I said. This damn guy was showing off again.
Back at the farmstay courtyard, we first went to our parents' bedroom to greet Mom. I saw she had already showered and was lying on the bed. Dad seemed to be taking a shower—the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
"Why are you back so late?" Mom was looking at her phone. When she saw us return, she glanced sideways at Sam and me, who were walking with our arms around each other's shoulders.
"Hehe, we were just learning how to swim, Mom."
Sam said with a playful grin as we moved closer to Mom's bedside.
As we drew closer, a delicate orchid-like fragrance wafted over. Mom's dark hair cascaded loosely, and I noticed that at the ends of her naturally flowing locks, resting on her fair, delicate shoulders, were two thin white straps. Her full breasts filled out the white lace-trimmed nightgown, the soft curves of her snowy bosom peeking slightly from the gown. Looking further down, a smooth, glistening cleavage line disappeared deep into the nightgown, seemingly endless.
"Alright, go get some rest."
Mom glanced at Sam's wide grin, then turned her beautiful eyes toward us, signaling for us to head back to bed. Perhaps she felt uneasy under Sam's gaze, as her slender, delicate hand pulled the thin blanket up a little over her chest.
"Hehe, thanks, Mom. I love you, Mom."
To my astonishment, Sam then bent down, took Mom's fair, translucent hand, and pressed a kiss to his own thick lips.
Oh no, I thought. Sam actually dared to do that—Mom's definitely going to slap him.
"Alright, alright, Zihan. You two should go rest now. Tomorrow we're going to the valley for a barbecue."
Surprisingly, instead of the slap I expected, Mom simply smiled as Sam gently placed her hand back on the bed. She then turned her smiling gaze toward me. It seemed the thought of tomorrow's barbecue had put her in a cheerful mood.
"Okay, goodnight, Mom." I quickly pulled Sam away. If he stayed any longer, who knew what else he might do.
"Goodnight, my dearest Mom."
As I dragged Sam toward the door, he couldn't resist blowing a kiss back at Mom. I could sense Mom was starting to get annoyed, so I hurriedly closed the bedroom door behind us.
"Sam, aren't you afraid Mom will get angry? She made herself pretty clear to you."
I remembered last semester when Sam tried to hold Mom's hand, and she slapped him away. Now he had the nerve to kiss her hand.
"I know, Zihan. Mom isn't angry anymore because she's a good mom," Sam said, grinning at me.
Of course, Mom is a good mom—you don't have to tell me that. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Alright, let's take a quick shower and get some rest. It's getting late," I said. It felt like so much had happened today, and I was suddenly exhausted. Could it be from ejaculating too much today?
Thinking about Li Xiaojun and the English teacher's soft breasts, I felt a stirring below, slowly awakening again.
"Sure, after we shower, I'll tell you a few secrets."
Sam patted my shoulder, hinting that he had something to share. I had a feeling his relationship with the English teacher wasn't simple. Others might not notice, but I could sense the ambiguity between them. And something about the English teacher's husband seemed off too—sitting by the pool holding their baby, looking oddly excited. It was all very strange.
That night, in the bedroom Sam and I shared, we lay side by side as he recounted his legendary stories from South Africa.
This was the first time since he came to live with us that he had spoken about his life there.
"Zihan, did you know? Ever since I was little, I knew my dad had many wives. My mom was just one of them. And even now, he keeps marrying younger women as his wives..."
Sam gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling, while the information he had just revealed completely shattered my worldview—his father actually had many wives...
"Sam, your dad must be really rich," I said. How else could he afford to support so many women and children, and still keep marrying young, beautiful women to this day?
"Yeah, my dad is very wealthy in South Africa. He's involved in almost all the underground industries there, deals in diamonds, tobacco, and many other businesses. I just know he's very rich."
Sam spoke, but despite his father's immense wealth, I couldn't detect even a hint of joy in his tone. Instead, he sounded calm, almost indifferent.
"So your dad is indeed rich, which makes you a proper rich second-generation heir."
I said, feeling excited on Sam's behalf. In today's Chinese society, what does money represent? It means you can eat whatever you want, and have whatever kind of women you desire...
Wait, I'm a good student with excellent grades and character. How could I have such thoughts...
"Heh, it's alright, I guess. Although my dad has many women, it's strange—only my mom gave birth to a boy. All his other women had daughters, so I have many half-sisters."
Sam's eyes lit up as he rested his hands behind his head.
"I'm the only boy in the family, so my dad is very concerned about my upbringing. In South Africa, I attended the best schools, and last year he sent me to study in China. That's how I met Mom, Dad, you, the class monitor, the class monitor's mom, Teacher Zhang, and Teacher Sun. I love all of you. It's because of you that I've come to understand the feeling of friendship and family."
It seemed Sam only became happy when he reached this point. His big eyes stared at me, filled with sincerity and an innocent, trustworthy expression.
The class monitor's mom is also a great beauty, with a voluptuous figure and around the same age as my mom. I saw her once during the parent-teacher meeting last semester. Later, Sam told me that Li Xiaojun invited him to her home to teach her English, and her mom even cooked delicious food for him.
Last semester, Li Xiaojun also invited me to her house, but I was too busy studying and didn't go. Sam, on the other hand, asked my mom for permission to go out and play basketball many times.
However, Li Xiaojun's mom isn't as tall as my mom, though she's still close to 1.7 meters. According to some classmates, her mom works for the city's song and dance troupe—no wonder she gave birth to such a beautiful and lovely daughter. Now she's my girlfriend, and today she even... tasted my...
What am I thinking...
I heard from Li Xiaojun that her dad runs a small company in the city, and their life seems pretty comfortable.
"Ah, hehe, I really enjoy studying and living with you too."
Listening to Sam's heartfelt monologue and looking into his flawless, sincere eyes, I was genuinely moved.
"Zihan, my mom actually... passed away when I started middle school..." Tears slowly welled up in Sam's sincere eyes as he looked at me.
What?
Sam's mom passed away?
I was somewhat stunned as I looked at Sam before me, truly at a loss for how to comfort him. I had always thought Sam was so sunny and cheerful, and I assumed he must have a happy, loving family—parents who were affectionate and a harmonious household...
Even though Sam is Black, he's only the same age as me. I couldn't even imagine what I would become if my mother had left me when I was in middle school...
It seems Sam must have told my mother about his past. Otherwise, over the past half year, he wouldn't have gone from being scolded by Mom for making intimate gestures to now being able to kiss her cheek or hand without her saying a word...
Mom is a woman, and more importantly, a mother. How could she ignore Sam? How could she not feel for him? Even I think Sam is quite pitiable, especially since he's so good at making people laugh and is so well-liked by everyone around him.
"I don'tt know why my mother suddenly passed away. All I know is that one night when I came home from school, my father told me my mother had died. I ran to the hospital like a madman, only to see... my mother lying quietly on a white hospital bed, as if... as if she were just asleep. No matter how much I called out to her... she never responded..." Tears streamed down Sam's face, dripping steadily onto the bed.
"I'm sorry, Sam... I..." I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what.
"It's okay, Zihan. I actually envy you and Xiaojun so much—having your own mothers, being protected by them for a lifetime, being able to talk to them, and having their warm embrace during thunderstorms."
After saying this, Sam wiped the corners of his eyes. I found myself inexplicably sympathizing with this dark-skinned friend from the African savannah.
"Sam, don't be sad. Isn't my mother your mother too? And besides, even if that's not enough, isn't the class monitor's mother quite pleased with you teaching her English?"
Looking at Sam, I truly felt sorry for him. Fortunately, Mom has been kind to him. That stormy night, Sam must have been terrified and missing his own mother, which is why he went upstairs to find Mom. Sigh...
Yes, what good is having all the money in the world? I thought to myself, if my mother, my dearest love, were to leave me forever, I'd probably be just like Sam—losing interest in all those material things.
"Yeah, thank you both." Sam turned and gave me a hug.
"Haha, let's not talk about these things anymore. Let's talk about something happy... hmm~ hmm~" To shift Sam's mood from sorrow to joy, I winked at him, hinting at the things that brought us joy.
"Hehe, alright. Listen, Zihan, when you come to South Africa to visit me, I'll take you to meet some Gaul girls." Sam began grinning widely as he spoke to me.
Gaul girls? Why does that term sound familiar?
"Alright, Sam. Tell me, what happened tonight at the pool after I left? Did something happen between you and Teacher Sun?" I looked at Sam with great interest, pushing his sad memories to the back of my mind.
"Hehe, first, raise your thumb. Let's make a promise—whatever I tell you, you have to keep it a secret." Sam said, raising his dark thumb.
"Alright, I'll definitely keep it a secret. I trust you, bro. Hurry up and tell me." I also raised my thumb, my yellow thumb pressing against his black one.
"Okay, Teacher Sun is my girlfriend in China." Sam looked at me, grinning widely, his thick lips resembling two sausages.
"What?!" I was utterly shocked.
Holy shit, impossible, absolutely impossible. Sun Xiaoxiao is actually Sam's girlfriend? She has a husband and a baby.
"Impossible, Sam. Even though you're impressive, don't brag, Sam. How could that be? Don't joke around, be serious."
I shot him a glare. Just moments ago, I was almost moved to tears by him, and now he hits me with such a huge joke.
"Zihan, when have I ever lied to you?"
Sam looked at me seriously, not a hint of joking in his expression.
"This... can't be, Sam. She has a husband and a baby..." I stared at Sam in disbelief.
"Sun Xiaoxiao is my girlfriend. Let me show you something."
After saying that, Sam turned and went to the bedside to grab his iPhone. He tapped on the screen for a moment before handing the phone to me.
"Look, this is the proof." Sam grinned widely.
"Holy shit, damn."
On Sam's screen was a photo of two people: one was Sam with his dark skin, and the other was English teacher Sun Xiaoxiao, whose entire body was pale and delicate. The key point was that the English teacher was completely naked, her full, snow-white breasts pressed against the bed. Sam's dark-skinned body was on top of her tender, translucent back. Sun Xiaoxiao's hair was disheveled, and both of them were facing the camera with bright smiles. One of Sam's long, dark arms, veins bulging, was wrapped around Sun Xiaoxiao's breasts beneath her.
I was left speechless by the photo, unsure of what to say.
Sam's slender black thumb swiped the screen again, and another intimate photo of him and Sun Xiaoxiao appeared before my eyes. This photo directly proved that Sam's words were one hundred percent true, without a trace of falsehood.
Sun Xiaoxiao's tender, pale back was still pressed beneath Sam, both facing the camera. Sam's expression remained unchanged, a hint of pride in his eyes, while Sun Xiaoxiao's beautiful face held an indescribable strangeness. Beneath her high nose, her cherry-like lips were slightly parted, and her pink tongue, mixed with strands of saliva, was faintly visible inside her mouth. Feeling puzzled, I looked further down. Following Sun Xiaoxiao's slender waist to where Sam was pressing against her buttocks, which were slightly raised, Sam's buttocks were also lifted. Then, between the dark and pale bodies, I saw a black, rod-like object connecting them. I knew what it was—that was Sam's damn big black dick...
"Holy shit! Damn!" I blurted out the expletive, the only way to express my shock at that moment.
"Hehe, believe me now? I told you, if a woman agrees to be your girlfriend, you can mate with her. The English teacher agreed to be my girlfriend, so I mated with her. Even though her baby is less than a year old."
Sam said, then his thumb swiped again, and the next image appeared before my eyes.
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