The sex was great, but there wasn't much chance that a romantic attachment would ever take place. All indications from Cynthia had been that I was jus... a friend. That suited my needs as well.I had only been back home for two or three hours before I got my first phone call. It was Barbara Allen, who said she was just checking to make sure I'd arrived home safely. Almost with her next breath, she was asking if we could get together while I was home. I told her I had met another girl back at. Shit, he that mad. So about 5pm, on my way home, I received a text from Brad: going out with the boys, I'll be home late. Me thinking.. O ok mother fucker, so you just gone make me suffer the night too, no dick! Now I'm mad.Ok after thinking hard and praying about what I did. I broke down and return the shoes to the store. Just call me a punk. I love my husband and his dick. His dick feels so good and big! Lort, (an I meant Lort)I tell him all the time, I think his mom stayed in the dick line. As he looked at them once they pulled away, he smiled a full satisfied smile. She reached up so she could undo his shirt. She loved what was going on. His chest gradually began to appear before her. Now his shirt was wide open and she saw his hairy chest. She adored it. Smiling she said “I like your chest Harikem. I love how hairy it is.” She ran her fingers through the hair and added “It’s beautiful.” Mindy ran her hands through it some more as she kept on smiling. “I adore it. It turns me on. She fingered my shirt buttons and slowly unbuttonned my shirt. She rolled me over and took the shirt off. She placed the shirt on the table next to the bed. Next i felt her hands move towards my trousers and she unbuttoned the flap and zippered me down. Her musky odour has me already hardened and the feel of her soft hands over my briefs almost made me come right there. She peeled off my trousers and then clasped me in a tight embrace when i realised that she still had her bra and petticoat.