"Oh David its Ok, I shouldn't have surprised you. Oh my poor darling. You penis looks so sore. Does it ache?" she soothed and sat down next to the pic...ures."It does a little Miss Davis" replied the shy boy.Now drooping just 12 inches from her face she gazed carefully at his member, the large veins running its length, its clear dew at the tip."Does stroking it with your hand make the ache go away David." Ann asked as she rearranged to photos of herself absentmindedly."It does eventually Miss.". The other, and possibly the biggest reason of all for her refusal to fuck me, was that I didn't have a big cock, nor was I black. Being a black man, and having a big (and black) cock, were Melissa's main interests. I had neither to my credit. And so...She led me to the couch in she and her husband's living room and sat me down there. She took the arm chair opposite. We were only four or five feet apart. I had a fantastic, and unobstructed view of Melissa as she slid out of her dress and under. I didn’t want my small dilemma to get in the way of the Doc’s big one; and right now, he only seemed to be able to think about Loretta. He was totally blowing off all other major choices as if they were no big thing. And ... maybe they weren’t. They certainly weren’t in HIS mind. When the detectives all groused about what to do with an active crime scene, he just informed them that it WASN’T a crime scene ... it was just a house where an unidentified, incapacitated man happened to be lying on. It’s been an idyllic night as we leave the bar reliving the events, we've drunk just enough to be completely relaxed and at ease with each other. The cool night air on our sun kissed skin and the surf on our feet feel like heaven after the all the body heat in the bar. As we stroll down the beach towards our place, we come across this expansive condo, like a beacon in the sand. There’s a huge pool and a hot tub sending plumbs of steam in the air. We're both curious and decide to take a closer.