'You feeling the cold Mariel'? He was looking at me as he tucked his cock into his pants, continuing with, 'My cock feels it too', he laughed as he pu... the key in the front door. 'Does not seem that way', I retorted, 'I thought cocks shrunk in the cold', suddenly brazen and emboldened, sensing an air of expectation from him, but I was tired and not rally in the mood, I guess the booze was taking effect.'You want to sit with me in the front', he asked me, suddenly hopeful I was in the mood for. My girl had already been flirting and dancing with this fit black guy all night, I didnt really take much notice at the time as we were in a crowded club. But, shock horror, he ends up being a friend of a friend and ends up back at ours. After everyone had left it was the three of us and when he left the the room for a moment she asked me straight out if she could fuck him, we had discussed her fucking other black men and the idea of me taking part but until then I thought it would remain a. .." With him? Yeah, like that," Mark smiled and nodded. "He feels like you do to me. That's pretty dumb, huh?" No," I made a face. "Not at all, I understand." You do?" Mark looked a little surprised."Of course," I giggled. "So does Chris, believe me. He knows he's not like you." Yeah," Mark had finished drying himself and we just kind of stood there."But he's definitely not a girl," I said."Yeah, I know," Mark smiled. "He'd be a good one though, wouldn't he?" Maybe," I shrugged. "But he's. No penis stroking or sexual foreplay. It was just a quiet and relaxed moment lying between the woman’s natural pillows as the day drifted away. The guys just loved it and so did Merci Poata. It seemed to fulfil some deep maternal instinct to have someone resting between her breasts for pure comfort and not sex.Thinking about these things made Keith forget momentarily that he had guests to attend to. When he was back in the moment he gave a mumbled apology and asked again, “So ... what ... what.