Let me feel it inside again. Ooooooh, yeeeesssss. Like that babe! Give it to me! I love your Black Cock. I love it, I love it. Push it babe! Ooooooh!"...The line abruptly went dead. I frantically called back. What I hoped to accomplish by doing so, I don't know for sure. Waiting all that time to hear from my wife, worrying about her, and then hearing her sucking and fucking Michael was confusing than could ever have imagined. Fantasizing and writing about my wife screwing Black Men was one thing.. I had the restraint of an olive: "Have you done anything yet?" Cully, my goodness, I haven't been in the same room with the man for more than 5 minutes before he left to get food. Oh, and some panties for me. Remember, I threw mine out?" I thought I heard her giggle, but, I could have been imagining that. My mind was in a whirl."He's buying you panties?" I was incredulous."And jammies, Cully. I had nothing to wear, honey, except this dress." She seemed to be soaring. Girl liked men. Girl liked. ..I shook my head. It would come to me if I let it. In the meantime, howto answer my messages?I stopped at the beginning of my street, at the opposite end from whereI'd had the altercation with Jack and his gang, and stepped between alarge tree trunk and a thick hedge of some green plant with large shinyleaves. From there I could survey the street and my house without fearof being seen.The street was mostly deserted. Old Mrs. Robinson was hobbling out toget her mail, but I knew she would go. She knew he spoke Spanish and danced Latin. That had been enough for then. Teresa bought the drinks because she was pretty sure his allowance wouldn't cover them. She suspected his mother might wonder where he had spent the night, but Mother needn't have worried. Teresa had taken good care of her son last night - and vice versa.Teresa had a ball with R., dancing salsa and meringue and cha-cha with him until 3 AM. Then she brought him back to her bungalow when the fun REALLY began. Teresa was.