I finally gave into my desires and let him catch me looking at his black cock in the gap the gym shorts made on his legs. Jerome noticed Mrs Wendy sta...ring at his crotch, "ooh Wendy you filthy cougar" he thought. He had never thought of fucking a white girl before but he really fancied Wendy. He had thought he saw Wendy look before when he first came to her for help, he wanted to make sure so he had continued wearing tight shirts and shorts. It helped a lot that Jerome also went to the gym. He figured that some of those evenings had to be with other men, and as easy as it had been for his limited skills to get her naked, probably they were enjoying her body as much as he did. She did absolutely nothing to change that interpretation, but was certainly enthusiastic whenever they were in the sack together.He was rather passive where she certainly wasn’t. After visiting his modest apartment and noticing how neat he was, and enjoying his culinary skills as well as his cock, she asked. Tumne apne naam nahin bataya mujhe.” She said.“Mera naam Shweta hai. Main Mumbai ki rehene waali hoon.” I informed her.“Ohh.. To yahaan sirf kaam ke silsile mein aayi ho?” She asked.“Haan.. Aur ab yahaan aagayi.” I told her playfully.“Aao kuch khaalo.” She smiled and took me to her dining table. We both sat down and had dinner together. I loved the food that we both ate. This was the first time I was eating something like this and it felt great. We both kept looking at each other all the while.. Well, not mine anyway. At the other end of the scale are the guys who put rubbish like “I hate writing about myself, message me to find out more.’’ Yes, will do, Jack the fucking Ripper. I am obviously showing as being online, so the steady flow of messages to my inbox begins, one message in particular grabbing my attention. I click and take a look at the guy's profile before wasting my time bothering to reply to him; damage limitation is the key when you are in my position. He looks pretty.