I hated lying to her. But I just put it in the vault as Jerry Seinfeld would say. Then a few days later, John and I were alone again in the living roo... sitting on the couch.“So we're alone now,” John said.“I noticed,” I replied in a tone.“Well, I'd be a bad sexual friend if I didn't ask what was wrong,” John said.Then I took a very deep breath.“Well I guess I'm just really feeling bad about lying to Jeanette. She thinks I'm dating some fake boyfriend, and she has no idea I'm fucking her dad,” I. ..hell, I even saw you several times - but you didn't know.", she said. "You must remember, I have lived a celibate life since your uncle and I divorced, and the thought of a handsome and virile male having me for a fantasy was exciting," she explained. "When you moved here with me, I was determined not to let my own fantasies take over, which you well know considering the extent of our physical contact for so long, but the weekend Helen stayed with us made me realize you are a sexy man, we are. " This is gonna be fun!" I thought with anticipation and maybe a little bit of fear of the unknown mixed in."Good! You'll need to get it ready for tomorrow morning. We'll be leaving the train when we get to Newark," I told her.I could sense her excitement growing. She really did like it when someone she trusted made her decisions for her."You will sleep in my berth tonight. With me," I added. "I'll decide later if I'm ready to take your virginity." Okay, Michael," she said, her excitement. So far he stated that he had black bred 4 white wives to his knowledge, while his cousin had black bred 3! I could not believe what I was reading and assumed that he was just some bull shitter, maybe a white guy getting his rocks off about interracial cuckolding and black breeding. As I continued reading his blog I started masturbating –this was HOT stuff and like I said, I was intrigued. The black stud mentioned how readers of his blog had emailed him and told him they did not believe him; so.