I had moved off of the bench, ******** was still talking but watching me intently as well. I unzipped his coveralls and found his long hard thick cock..., using only my mouth to do both, and began to suck on it. I could still smell that delicious aroma that had plagued my nose yesterday and taste it on my tongue. If my dream is true, then his cock, that had to be at least 8 inches in length, was the source for both the taste and the smell.I swallowed his cock like a trained professional, though in. He accused me of flirting with black men. He said my comments were encouraging this black man to make more comments on my pictures. This set off another evening of argument and debate around sex and race. Dan just could not handle the idea of black men and white women. And I took the more liberal opinion that it was ok for consenting white women to have sexual relations with black men. I was more open minded than the usually open minded Dan. Plus, I was secretly intrigued by this BBC. .. My name?” I reply ... Not sure if I should say my name.“Well of course, I mean ... You do have a name ... Don’t ya, darling?” She giggles softly.“Of course ... But why should I tell you what that name is?” I ask, looking at her eyes. A slate grey, reflective almost.“I told you my name, the least you can do is tell me yours ... I won’t bite, unless you want me to.” She licks her lips while smiling.“You can call me Chris. Since you must need a name.”I finish my meal and sit back. Watching her. At last, her head stopped spinning and she was able to look around. Her heart dropped into her stomach at the sight of the shabby house, two miles from Dublin. She was back in Ireland, staring at the crap-shack that had once been her home. Kneeling in the fields outside, she stared at the lights in the windows, and even over the rain, she could hear her mother's voice. She had company over. When Helena had been a child, she remembered her mother always having company."Please, no, not here.".