..I love when he talks like that and I sucked more...I removed my mouth and asked him if he met my daughter and what he thought of her...he said he di...d meet her and that she has pretty legs and a "hot little body"..."JUst made for Black Men"....I moaned and sucked his cock deeper and harder.he was a cionfident,cocky Black Stud. I told him I bet my daughter would love sucking his black dick...he chuckled abnd said"She already did and she LOVED IT!!!" . I started to cum and sucked his cock. “Please,” I say. “Please what? Come on slut say it,” he commands. “Please fuck me,” I says breathlessly. “And who are you?” he says to me now as he turns me back around to face the mirror as he runs his hand down to my waiting pussy. I watch as he strokes it, siding his fingers in and out. “Please, fuck your slut,” I finally say, begging him with my words and eyes. He pushes me down so I am bent over and holding onto the edge of the dresser. I look in the mirror to see him removing his shirt. He turned his computer back on and deleted his search history and then went to bed trying to clear his mind of this. But one thing happened, that he did not expect. He remembered one image and it kept coming back into his head. He eventually went to sleep and had a very restless night. The next day he had to go into the office and felt uneasy, self conscious, guilty, nervous and almost felt like everybody knew that he had looked at a porn site with cross dressers and trans people on it. Of. Jen introduced herself to me and apologized for her behaviour on the train. I told her not to worry, I loved every minute of it and she should have seen what the woman behind had done! We laughed aloud when I told her what had happened. By the time we reached the ‘Cornwallis’ we were still arm in arm and touching each other in a ‘chemistry’ connecting way. We sat down with our drinks and shared our life stories, before starting a game I call ‘ten questions’. We can ask each other any ten.