He would be here soon. She had watched restlessly fromher window, scanning every passing car in hope it would be his.They had chatted several times on...line and on the telephone. He had takenher to new levels of self discovery with his casual, boyish charm andutterly masculine dominance.She had sat in front of her computer screen, fluttering and blushing intothe knowing eye of the web cam, as he peeled away layers of her psyche ashe would her clothing.His voice had been smooth, articulately. Amy was a long-term friend of David's from way back in middle school, and Francis was his best friend from high school. Amy was rather short at just 5'3 and was always excited about something. Francis was around David's height and was usually called out as a pervert and woman-chaser. The music that David was hearing was definitely Francis', but as soon as he opened the door, it was shut off."Dude, you're not going to believe this" Francis said. "And 'this' is...?" David asked. Frances just. His arms slide underneath my back and we share an embrace that isn’t nearly close enough. I could squeeze him with all my might and it still wouldn’t be close enough. He pulls him arms free and traces a feathery line down between my breasts, to my tummy, then to my hipbone and the inside of my thigh. I can’t keep my hips still, these touches just inspire them to move more. I’m always a bit wanton when he’s involved. I can tell he likes these movements, so I give him a smoldering glance through. I always thought she was a prude when we were married, and she loved to be in control of things. After years of little or no sex and other things, I left. Been gone over three years now. Then just recently I received a letter from someone that knows her. A black man. In it he told me how she had been set up and now loved black cock. Here's part of that letter. And no, I don't have pics, but he told me enough about her that I believe it. She has a mark or two on her that he identified.He told me.