My orgasms were quiet ones, usually with a deep intake of breath, sometimes a small shudder and an 'mmm' once in a while. I didn't try to keep it tota...ly from him. Yes, I was a tease.I could tell that my teasing was working, too. It seemed that Hank didn't wear anything under his pajamas and I could see the ridge develop and lengthen as I would take things a bit further each time.He knew, of course, this was a little game between us, an unspoken one, of course. I knew that the first time he. At the time of my 1st interracial affair I was only 21 and Helene turned out to be 51. Ohh boy what a two weeks it would be as this ravenous naughty experienced woman trained my hung Big Black Cock to satisfy and tease ALL her body, while addicting me to the taste and feel of an experienced woman sexually. It would be a time in my life that I would never forget or her more importantly.You must understand I had grown up in a diverse family and upper middle-class environment. So my intrigue truly. "She told me her name. "Sunny." She glanced over to where Christy was shimmying under the lights. "She said you don't call back." Yeah, it's pretty rare," I admitted."A real Casanova, eh?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.I shrugged. "Say what you like about Casanova, he never left a woman unsatisfied."She bit her lip, and gave me an appraising glance. She was interested. I pulled her out onto the dance floor. She had some good moves, but they were a little out of date. She'd been out of the game. "It's OK," I replied, then. "Er, what are you doing here at this time of the morning?" Waiting for you, of course," she replied."OK, why?" I finally said when no other words were forthcoming."Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked, deftly avoiding the question with another.I paused for a few seconds then invited Debby in, I didn't feel comfortable about it at all, but I wasn't in the mood to have a conversation with the possibility of the neighbours eavesdropping.Debby gratefully accepted.