“Want a second shot at it?”“I don’t know. It’s tempting. But I’ll probably need something to finish me off.”“Well, give a try. I plan ...to finish you off anyway.”I helped her back on the log and she began rubbing her pussy back and forth. After a few minutes, she stopped. “It’s just not doing it, Rob. It was rougher than I thought. I’m getting a little sore.”I helped her off and we walked back to the truck. When we got there she bent over, holding the front bumper with her ass in the air, her. I'm in the bedroom. I walked in quietly,shutting and locking the door behind me. As I entered the living room there was a little light coming from the bedroom. Slowly and quietly I made my way to the bedroom door and looked in. There he was,laying in his bed on his side with his back to me,covered by a sheet from the waist down. I stood there rubbing my cock through my pants,looking at him for a few minutes. I stepped back into the darkness of the living room. I thought to myself,does he know. Thinking that was what was keeping me awake, I moved the wastebasket to the hallway and went back to bed. When I still couldn't sleep I got out of bed again, turned my desk lamp on and found a single sheet of blank stationery.Dear Becky,I'm involved with Cindy Baldwin. By involved, I mean that she is the one I want to share things with. By involved, I mean that we trust each other. By involved, I mean that we have an arrangement to be together. And yes, by involved I mean that we have sex. I knew that she often did this, thinking about the budget and such, so I thought nothing of it. "I have a confession to make," she said. "Oh?" I replied. "I don't know how to say this but I wasn't a good girl when I was away," Julie revealed. "What do you mean you weren't a good girl? Did you go out to a strip club or something?" I asked. "Or something," was her shy response. I was intrigued. "Go on." Julie looked at me and calmly stated, "I fucked a black man." "Wow!" I thought. I didn't know.