Looking at all the pictures had turned me on, my pussy was tingling. Dean came back into the room, carrying two cups of tea. “Oh good, you’ve ...finished looking through the albums”, he handed me one cup. “What do you think?”, he asked taking a sip. Needing a moment to think I took a sip of the tea, it was really good. “Uh, I don’t think my husband would go for this.” “Well, what about you then?” Startled by the question I paused, sipping some more tea, “Oh… I don’t think that I. CeCe wanted to pay because one, she[her dad]was rich, and two she knew I was still saving to go back to college. Holding on to my dream of being a teacher, I lived tight. Working full time with all the overtime I could get, plus my part time job at the grill on Friday and Saturday night, I had $11,000 in the bank. It was enough for one year at the prices back then. I figured I could enroll next year, and make it if I got a decent part time job. That being said, this was the first time since. The first woman after Lynne left me was Tracey and she was only just eighteen; three years younger than me. Tracey was afro Caribbean lady who had afro hair and large firm tits. She loved the sight of my white hands trying to encompass her large brown tits and always referred to us as a couple as coffee and cream.Her particular kink so to speak was to have anal and then suck my cock clean and then encourage me verbally to piss into her mouth; something she told me many times her ex husband had. Hell, it sounded like a whole army was shooting at me! I sneaked a peek around that boulder and counted nine puffs of powder smoke. Okay, I had to face the obvious—I was in a shit pot full of trouble! Right then, I realized how fortunate I was to be carrying all my extra ammunition in a pouch at my waist. On the other hand, I had left my horse too quickly to haul my water canteen, so I was likely to get thirsty if this battle lasted very long.I took my hat off because it made it too easy for.