About a month after I'd moved in, I was out for my run and caught up with a tall guy who looked, from behind, like the occasional pool player. When I... caught up, I said hi and a conversation developed. His name was Frank, and it was the pool player. He invited me to stop and play a game sometime. I'm not much of a pool player, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that afternoon, I decided to stop in a couple of days later.Unbeknownst to me, Frank had reported back to the other. It could have been worse. Of course I felt as though I looked as bad as the homeless man who collected the bag from the trash. I was pretty sure he walked around the block to be sure he wasn't followed, then climbed into a Cadillac to drive to the Church Camp.No matter what he did, the phone was on its way to the Geek. No one ever called him anything but the Geek, so it could have been a team of ten, or a lone gunman type. I would never have known the difference, nor did I really care.I went. ....here....as part of an adventure..."She squeezed my balls rhythmically. "If?" OK, I want you to have a Black guy!" Oh B, thank you!"We lay there, quietly making out for a while as she continued to play with my cock and I gently stroked her breasts and pussy.I asked her if she was upset that I wanted her to have sex with another man. In answer, she asked if my permission was just bedroom talk or real. I asked her again if she had enjoyed herself enough to continue her adventure.She wasn't. Sed lobortis efficitur sapien et dictum. Maecenas varius nulla ut ipsum interdum, id mollis lorem lacinia. Pellentesque tincidunt, lacus eget faucibus consectetur, purus massa ultricies lectus, quis elementum erat ipsum et nisl. Donec vestibulum lacinia maximus. Phasellus mollis ante metus, quis condimentum tellus eleifend ac. Pellentesque sodales hendrerit orci, sit amet vestibulum mi malesuada non. Sed sed dui congue, convallis metus id, fermentum sem. Fusce quis porttitor velit, et vehicula.