There's no regrets on my part, that's for sure." Thanks." I replied."And don't be too hard on Katie for fucking that black dude." she added. "It was a... fantasy of mine too, I eventually hooked with a black guy and it was real good. Don't know whether I'd do it again, might if the circumstances were right." It's Katie being hard on herself, she's the one who's struggling with it." I replied."People have too many hang ups about sex." Dom offered after a few seconds of silence. "Everyone should. In the middle of the night… you know that feeling when you don’t know whether you are asleep or awake? Your mind just floats somewhere in the cosmos and you don’t think about anything at all, at least nothing you can remember when the light of day finally opens your eyes. Well, I remember! Not all the time, just once or twice. And I remember that I hate myself. In the middle of the night I semi-woke and found myself in that place and I remembered so clearly that I pinched my arm really hard. After all,they not only invited us for drinks, but also to "come byanytime" to borrow sun lotion, so we had an excuse to go onover. I dressed in a white super-lightweight cotton shift,and you wore drawstring pants and a sleeveless T-shirt thatclung to your body, showing the bulging muscles of yourchest and back, and even the nubs of your nipples. Barefootand with great expectations (God, what if we had been wrongand they really were the 80 year olds!) we strolled hand inhand down the beach to. His lips moved to the head of my now hard cock and slipped about half way down; it felt like wet velvet was wrapped around my rigid member. I was now so deep into euphoria that no concerns even entered my mind; either the pot had done it’s job or I liked men more than I thought.Feeling like I should be doing something besides enjoying this I moved around until we were in a 69 position. Now I could see his cock more clearly…it was huge! I could just get my hand around it and it was easily nine.