Later as the drinks arrived we spoke, my attention hanging on every word from that first moment. Pleasantries at first, then deeper conversation about... life and our lives. Both of us married, both in that stage of life where it feels like work is too much of every day, and the moments for pleasure too far between. Both with other halves like best friends, not lovers. Both clearly in need but frightened to satisfy the need. Before long you could feel the tension rising between us, smiles,. ' Her "problem", of course, is the same as mine – an inability to bring myself to refuse, when I am told to make myself available. A point: I don't consider myself to be your 'typical' black cock slut; I don't crave all black men. But I wish I could handle it as well as Miriam. I think she still tends to think of it as just a naughty secret; something she wholeheartedly but only occasionally indulges in, while Rachelle and I are fully committed to the pleasure of our black lovers. I know. Things like buses and trains and ferries went from Point A to Point B rather predictably. All the villains of this little play would have to do would be to pick me up on the docks. I had different plans. Belfast Lough turned southward just west of the coastal town of Bangor, turning into a much narrower waterway leading to Belfast and the River Lagan. One of the things I made sure of when I bought the bag all my stuff was in was that it be absolutely water proof. It rained too often and too. She was looking hot with her sexy curvy waist and a swaying hips with a above average size breasts. for once I thought of grabbing her there and then and banging her hard. She and her kid came to me and she gave me a cute smile and hugged me. we came back home and that day had usual gossips and all.Next day my wife went to market with her sis’s kid in the morning. it was around 10 am and i was sleeping in my bedroom wearing only shorts. I heard some noise in my room and i looked around to see.