It took about twenty minutes to get back to the hotel. In the lobby, I dropped my arm from her shoulder and she removed hers from my waist.“I’m go...ng to go call my doctor,” I said.“Maybe I should wait until you’re sure everything is OK.”“Karla...” I said gently.“I’ll wait here, in the lobby. You can come down and tell me you’re fine. OK?”She was making sense, and if I DID have to go to the hospital, having the person who saw the near-syncopal events with me made sense.I nodded, “OK. It may be. He came all over thong and tights and collapsed behind me on the sofa.He was still taking me in. We were recovering and just taking each other in. He was the first to break the eye contact ans got up to go to the bathroom.I went next. When I got to the bathroom I stripped out of my clothing. My tights and thong were ruined. They were soaked in a combination of our juices.My padding was soaked and my milk had began to soak my sports bra following his rough groping of my breasts. I changed into. He said his namewas Frank. Frank was a tall very built, black man in his early 20's.We started talking about music and found we had a lot in common. Weboth liked the same kind of music and he said that he invited me back tohis place. He seemed like a nice guy and I had nothing to do, so Iagreed to take him home.It was snowy out, so I took my boots off when we got to his place. Wespent what seemed like a few hours talking and we were drinking a fairamount and I was pretty buzzed. He was. I allowed my index finger to slip through the hole in the front of his boxers, lightly brushing his shaft then the head of his hard cock. I kept stroking him through the fabric of his boxer shorts. I looked up, my head was rested against his chest. He had his eyes closed. The television was playing for its own sake.I paused for a moment, I pulled my hand away. His chest tensed. His legs tensed. I licked my fingers. Then I slipped his cock out through the unbuttoned fly of his boxers and started.