A hint of rebellion and challenge. This doubt from the woman who I had just saved a few hours ago, fought with and fucked. There’s gratitude for ya.... “Vance,” Dana said suddenly in our telepathic link. “Yeah?” I replied. “You need to forget this problem and rule. Something is going on here.”“Like what?”“I don’t know, but you need to get here as soon as possible.”I felt her fear and it sprung me to action. “Hey, Aysel, hold down the fort. I need to go,” I said to her. She growled at me. My. Alyssa was as effusive as ever, ‘I’m sorry for coming round unannounced, but I didn’t know how else to contact you. Have you got your phone working yet?’ ‘Yes, it was connected last night, but I should have given you my cellphone number anyway,’ Penny replied, ‘Here, let me write the numbers down for you.’ Alyssa sat on one of the barstools at the bench in the kitchen, ‘I felt a bit bad after you left yesterday, you caught us at our most full on, it’s just that we’ve got into the way of letting. It had a fairly large shower with a glass door so we all climbed in and turned on the water. We were rather squished trying to fit under the shower head so it was the perfect place for us to be close to each other. My cock was against Taylors side, his against Chads front and Chads three-and-a-half-inches of boy against my leg. Joking around I slapped it away off my body. Get your small dick off my side! I joked Well theres only one way to get it off your side! Suck it! He fired back I got down. I had a cock in my mouth before I had pussy in my face, so little did I realize that later in life that instead of looking for pussy that I'd be thinking about cock, but the truth is not only was I looking at every man as the next possible cock that I would feel grow in my mouth, but there came a point in time that it actually seemed that black men could tell that I was a cock sucker.It's really true! I can't imagine how they would look at me, a married white man with a very well proportioned.