This event the prior year was dope, but what I was more exited about is the chance to see a girl that I used to work with at another store. I don’t ...et to see her anymore since we do not work together. Working together we became friends, sexual tension began to build through the years of our friendship. Opportunities to take our friendship to the next level arose. We had never capitalized on the opportunities that came about. The anticipation was killing as I stood in a sea of people waiting. Pulling a tight circle, he got to the parking space he had claimed in front of his room and backed the bike into it, working his legs back and forth as he looked behind the bike. He looked down at her flushed face, her eyes half closed from the orgasm she was currently having as the barrel of the gun worked back and forth across her pubic mound from the motion of his hips as he moved his legs. He finished parking the bike and after putting down the kickstand, he gunned the engine several more. Fortunately, my wife obliged some of my interests with a strap-on and support for multiple partners (for her), but it wasn't enough. Several years ago, low and behold, I joined a Yahoo adult group, for white sissy boys who love black men (and specific to the city I lived in). And from this group I ran into and began IMing a black man, I will call him Rod (to protect the identity of the parties involved), who lived in my neighborhood, just a few blocks down the road, to be exact. Poor Rod was. "I think he's threatened by you," I said."Threatened? What for?" Maybe he feels like you are encroaching on his territory." So are you saying I should give up golf so I can make peace with Eric?" I'm not saying anything. I'm just guessing why Eric might be acting the way he is. There's no reason for you to give up golf. If he can't handle you playing golf then that's his problem." Which he makes my problem. What do I do about it?"I shrugged. I had a diagnosis but no solution."What if it was.