. "No, no, Holly," she told herself silently. "Don't start playing the dirty words game and get yourself all worked up! You're a doctor, for Chissakes...."She broke out of her little reverie and walked in the direction John had gone, towards the Emergency Room admitting area.She realized she liked the dirty word game. It got her so worked up. Her childhood had been so restrictive, so dead set against any kind of real pleasure, that all those wonderful things in life had been made "nasty," "dirty,". It was the sudden hiss of the shower being turned on that woke me. Only a tiny sliver of light from the en suite bathroom cut through the utter darkness of my bedroom. Reaching down, I feel along the lushly carpeted floor in search of my phone. It was six o’clock in the morning and a triumphant grin danced across my face, as I began to recollect. Scrolling through my phone, I found an album’s worth of photos that provide enough evidence to confirm that it wasn’t a dream.There was one slightly. He had made himself comfortable in the settee and looked very neat and tidy. Pouring the drink of red wine I said "I hope you like red wine as I do, as that is all I really buy". "That’s fine" he said, and I sat down opposite to him so that I could have a good look at him in the light, Last time it was getting dark when I saw him. "Well what’s been happening to you since we last met" he asked?"Nothing really, just an ordinary life that happens nearly always these days." Did you enjoy the Lake. ..As the nigger started fucking her rougher, harder her voice became steadier, more certain.She was looking at me telling me that she wanted that big black cock to cum deep inside of her, making her pregnant. Now I could tell she meant it. She wanted his big load to cool the fire which was burning inside.I don't know what ... But it made me horny as hell, seeing the pleasure shining from her face as she was being fucked into oblivion, wanting a big black cock to fill her with cum while I was.