Whatever it is at the moment," he said."Sounds like a plan," I said in agreement."My name is Simon, so what is yours?" he asked"My name is Sylvia," I ...aid wondering if Osborn had sent him over. From all the questions it seemed that he had the urge on his own. That was a good sign."So Sylvia, where do you live," he asked."I live over in New Wales," I said. "How about you?" I'm from a little holler in West Virgina," Simon said."So how long you been in the crotch?" I asked."This is my third year.. He was really hot, I thought. I cleaned up quickly and left April's. Here I had just finished some great hot and sweaty sex with a fine girl but instead of thinking back on the pussy, I found myself wondering about the dude that was there. I didn't know what to think about myself. Instead of relieving stress, the sex had made me more tense.As I got close to my room, I realized I was a little bit satisfied but even more frustrated. The pussy obviously hadn't accomplished my goal of pushing. The hole was slightly open. She ran a finger up and down the slit and stuck in her mouth. Yummy she said, my pussy taste like it needs a thight nigger cock shoved up it. She said I want my cunt stretch tightly around a thick black cock until it comes inside me. I had never heard her talk like that. My penis started to try and get erect. As it did it pulled my balls forward. My wife said that's just how I was told it would do. I looked down at my problem. She said my girlfriend at work told me. I blushed, and she said apologetically "It's to stop the hair getting caught on your shirt and making you itch. I'll get a t-shirt for you if you're worried about getting cold, you can wear that instead and I'll just wash it when we're done."She left and came back in with a t-shirt. I took off my shirt and pulled the one Marcia gave me over my head. It was one of those scoop-neck things with short capped sleeves, obviously a girl's top instead of a proper t-shirt."Very funny," I said. I guess.