I feel you remove the condom. As I watch, you tie it in a knot and slip it into your pocket. Your hand returns to my cock with a napkin to wipe off th... remaining residue. I feel you tuck me back inside my underwear and pull up my zipper. “I guess we should finish our drinks now”, you say. The waitress returns as we get to the bottom of our glasses. “Can I get you anything else”, she asks. “Just the check”, I respond. I am left to pay the bill, ponder what just happened and plan my “revenge”.. Why? I like seeing the growing wolf cubs practicetheir time honored craft.I laugh as they watch me walk by, judging me like I’m aside of beef. A few have even tried their lines. Nonehave worked, and none ever will. I am a lesbian. I’malso black.I remember clearly the first time I had sex. It was notexactly what I had expected it to be, but it was not adisappointment. He was a skilled lover, and I reallyliked it. Yet I felt that something was not quite right.Oh, I liked the feel of. I was shocked to see Tulika bringing herself to a great orgasm, with her hand under her skirt and her other hand playing with her nipple. I now knew. She planned this to watch me with another woman and also gave me the pleasure of watching her making out with another woman. This was her anniversary gift to both of us. After we finished, we reassembled at the living room. All three of us had two orgasms each, but still not much exhausted. Normally after two ejaculations my cock would have been. The contrast between the stunning young Hungarian lady and her much older, much heavier and not so pretty Dutch-Guatemalan rival was remarkable. How could I lust Anne-Marie, who completely paled in comparison to Eva? Well, I did. My cock tingled every time I looked at this whale-like MILF, and my penis does not lie. In fact, it tingled more in the direction of the hefty woman. I was now horny as hell."Let's go to the hotel room." We had left, leaving Anne-Marie behind. I felt sorry for her. On.