"Morning, Louis." I said to him."Morning, babe." Louis replied as he softly kissed my cheek."I'm just fixing up some Special K and milk." I said to hi...."Mmmm, my favorite breakfast. I'm looking at you and I'm hungry already." Louis as he gently turned me around till we were face-to-face and he smiled at me.Louis was just as sexy as he was on our date last night. We went to a movie and then to my place where we chatted and laughed. Next thing you know, we shared kisses in the living room before. I said "Oh YES, Auntie Helen! Iwould love that. At my church the kids all make fun of me, and when Iapplied to be an altar boy they laughed at me and told me only realboys could become altar boys. I love to go to Mass but only with mymommy and Aunt Harriet because then I don't get picked on or hit. Wehave to go everyday at school and the other kids always do something totry and get me in trouble. The sisters make me sit with them now so Idon't cause any trouble. I don't cause any trouble,. Her rhythmic “Oh…Oh…Oh…” noises were keeping time with the smack of her body coming down on his enormous black cock and the image drove me crazy. Worse than that my cock was throbbing painfully again. Why was I so turned on listening to a black man fucking my wife, I wondered to myself. I got out of bed stoking my erect cock again, it felt good. There was a brief pause next door before I heard my wife say, “Yes, put your big black cock in my tight, white pussy. Put it in me…Ooohhh…” With that I. ”“I guess I can’t blame him.”“Thanks.”They laughed.“What else?”“Oh yeah. Phone numbers for bookers. For programmers. TV Joe. BBC. Sweden. Germany. Italy. You’re going to have a lot of calls to make. Just to get all the addresses to send copies. And then we have to figure out dates. Timing.”“We should call Italy first. Work back from there.”“I think you should call Paris first,” said Cheryl. “How’s your French?”“Reading I’m okay. Had a thing for Becket, Genet and Moliere. But conversation?”“I’ve.