..such voluminous sperm...what a waste...," I lamented."You want my sperm? I will give to you and placed where you want me to deposit." Oh. Yeah. You ...know me so intimately. Don't you know where I want best?" We got crazier during web chat in the nude, revealed each other's desire to get real. The feeling of not getting what was there for me to relish drove me nuts. The emotion of love wasn't as important as satisfying my sex appetite. Even if he fucked me and parted way, bluffing he loved me to. A neckline would sometimes dive to show well filled out breasts, always with a gold chain and pendent drawing the eyes to the deep cleft between the mouth watering boobs.He had to admit that, the effect was hot and very sexual. A mystery complete with perfume and shy smiles."More tea Mr Taylor?" A pleasant voice asked; Rob turned his hazel brown eyes from the party of flirtatious young women giggling as they went by, and looked up into the oval face of Ms Azmat, guest relations (or so her. Tyrone had agreed to be my "birthday present" to my wife. After that encounter, my wife had asked me to make some arrangements with several of the other black men that I worked with at the shop. When I suggested this to them one afternoon, they all readily agreed to meet her for a little Mother's Day gathering. I then made plans with my wife so that our son would be gone and finally decided that all the arrangements could be made and the gathering would take place on the Saturday immediately. Hmm. How to say it? He is like abrick wall on steroids. He is tall. Six feet, four and one-half inchestall. When I am next to him, it is like looking up at a very huge tree.You know the ones you saw when you were a k**? The ones that go straightto the sky and then some. This guy had muscles. Everywhere! His arms.His legs. His neck. (I think he had one. Sometimes it was hard to tellas his head just seemed to meld right into his body). He was fit to saythe least and that is by far an.