After a hot shower and 3 glasses of strong wine, I started to move my hands across my stomach. My thoughts immediately went to Scott. His hands slowly...caressing my stomach, across my navel. His fingers finding the crevices under my chest, my hand wanted to move his across my mound. My areolas engorged while his tongue moved across my neck and collarbone. I moaned and ached to be explored. This was torture, I wanted to feel like a woman again. I couldn’t contain myself, slowly pushing a finger. Pls bear with my grammatical error if any. The story started in the year 2004 & is still continuingI am a 40 year old woman with not so good looking features. I have a very tiny boobs & very slim body & hence not much of the men were staring at me. The incident happened at my age of 31 years when I was employed with a company in Cochin. My husband works in a CO’ in Gulf & I have a son aged 7 years. Once in a year husband comes home for 30 days & flies back & i am unable to satisfy my sexual. But, I'm not on the pill, you know that!" I don't care, your pleasure comes first!" But... I'll be pregnant... think about it!"I'm slipping my fingers in your black, curly hairs, and my eyes in your eyes I answer : "Then you'll have a black baby... a black baby in your womb, would you like it? Would you like to be impregnated by this man?"I'm losing my mind too. My arousal is like a heart beat. My cock is hard, almost painful. The prospect of you pregnant with a black man's baby is such a turn. “Let them see me, let them watch if they want to.” He thought as his cock responded excitedly. The path remained silent. After several minutes he decided to be more adventurous and walked off into the wood. This really did bring a whole new level into the game. How far would he go, leaving all of his clothes behind, no means of hiding or covering himself? He walked through the trees deciding not to care; it felt so exciting, his stiff cock standing out and bouncing as he walked. Being naked.