This is where I had my last sight of her. The room where I made my last call to her. The call which broke up. The call which I could not return. The l...ast time I heard her voice.I can feel myself starting to break up. It's always the same way. I can cope with it intellectually but every so often events or places conspire to bring the ghost back. It's a ghost that I have to exorcise, from here at least, if I'm going to get on with my job. The question is - do I want to? If I can come here, here. We just let the opportunities happen when they do arise. As usual we had been talking about other men and scenarios, cuckolding in general while we were having sex and she mentioned more than once that she liked the thought of having a black guy. I just told her if it worked for her it would work for me. She said that it wasn’t just to do the black guy thing but, she wanted to know what it was like to suck on a dark skinned cock, see it, feel it and to experience the contrast in skin tone. And. " she answered and smiled slyly. I took the knife from her hand and made her turn around. I put my arms round her waist and she put her arms around my neck. She looked into my eyes."After... lunch... shall we?" Shall we what?" I probed, wanting to be sure we were talking about the same thing."You want to do it in my bottom, don't you?" I hand slithered my hand down between her ass cheeks, my middle finger touching her butt hole and then with a gentle thrust I inserted it up to the first. If he hadn't kissed me right then, I would have kissed him, or so I told myself. And I told Steve that too, just so he wouldn't spend his whole life feeling guilty over nothing. Later we laughed about it, on those rare times we happened to both be thinking about it at the same time. We never talked about it though, we just looked at each other and knew what the other was thinking. We did that sometimes, like we had esp or something.I thought about that kiss a lot after that, but only secretly,.