“No honey. Yo’ man is all man. And, trust me. You are my girl so I’d tell you in a heartbeat if I thought he was,” Carlo reassured her.“Yeah.... I just always wonder about any man I meet cause I’ve seen some of the niggas you be pullin’.”“Thank you, girl,” he replied smacking his lips. “I need to pull me one of them big stallions tonight.”“You a mess, Cee.”“No ma’am. His dick gon’ be a mess after I slobber all over it and twerk these chocolate cakes on it.”She giggled, “Do your thing.”“You already. My eyes would pick out in the gathering gloom a woman, looking familiar. Closer she would come; bending over to look at a shell, maybe wading in the water as one of the waves gave up its life to tickle the toes of a pretty woman. At that point I would realize she was quite pretty and ... and my heart would flutter as she tossed her hair and started walking over to me. But always it was what it was, a fantasy leaving a sour taste. Each time this happened I would go inside and try to find. ... I was able to NOT display my obvious typical guy reactions and I responded with a quick smile and a hello back to her. It's important to be clear... I do NOT view myself as "Gods gift to women" and run around making a fool of myself by acting as such. I'm pretty reserved when it comes to just bluntly trying to get with women so I just let things play out as I did this night.As we waited for the bartender to finish other drinks, we chatted about what we were going to order. The bartender. She carried on sucking and I still fingered her cunts, as my rhythm got faster, she sucked at the same tempo. I was near explosion, and asked her to stop. The both of us were now full aroused, heavily breathing and could feel the sweat on each others bodies. I still remember smelling her pussy juices all around the room. As she moved over on the bed, she lay on her back with her legs wide apart and I knew that this was the moment of sheer pleasure. I mounted her and we began to kiss.