"When she got back she was wearing a micro bikini. The panties were bright green and the bra was bright red. The bra just barely covered her nipples, ...and the bottoms were so tight that they pulled into her pussy lips and hid nothing. She also had a large tag hanging from her neck which read: Merry Christmas to Bill, Jen and I hope you like your present. It was signed Tom.Needless to say, I was floored. I said, "You have got to be k**ding." Her answer was, "I am yours to do as you wish, until. Charlie talked about the booze, this booze, other booze, rum-running. "I know a fellow in Detroit expects to make a million running booze across the water." Nah," one of the others said."Sure, why not?" the other one said.Charlie slid an arm around Jack's shoulders. "Great to see you, Jack. You come here a lot? I don't get up this way too much."Charlie talked about the war, France, the others talking. Jack just sat and watched them. Pals they were. Just pals talking about the war, except maybe. I'm a bit uncertain right now. It's only been days since we met." Yeah ... you're right. It has been happening quickly, hasn't it? Okay, I hear you. I'll try and be patient." Will you phone me tomorrow?" she asked, sounding hopeful."Yes ... same time ... same guy."I heard her chuckle. "I'll be waiting for you," she promised.Well, it wasn't phone sex, and there wasn't an invitation to be there with her, but we were making progress. I needed to feel that way because I found Ali in my thoughts. He was black, about six-foot, muscular, toned and very good-looking. My wife thought he was gorgeous and although I was more interested in Carla I had to admit he was pretty fit.A lot of my gay fantasies involve black men. The funny thing is that I never fancy guys and can't imagine kissing one, but for some reason I get incredibly turned on at the thought of sucking a cock. So I had a few thoughts about how big his cock might be and how fantastic it would be to suck it until he came in my.