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. As I was talking to her I just kept thinking… there were no more ties to her, could I get her to try on a pair of my wife’s shoes for my enjoyment? I was totally unprepared; I didn’t expect to see her or anyone for that matter… where was I going to get a pair of shoes? And then it dawned on me that I had my wife’s car and there might actually be a pair in there. That’s when I started to formulate the plan, first thing… get her to sit down with me. That hurdle ended up being a lot easier than I. Later Raj admitted that his climax soon after my calling Pooja’s name was pretty obvious since his thoughts also wondered where mine were. He was probably more aroused now but I had had my bit – in fact enough.From then on, both of us would tease each other taking Pooja’s name. In some sense we had started looking at her as our personal fun catalyst. I had started to sympathise with Raj whenever I was finished and he wanted more and hence I started recommending Raj to think about whoever. As I caressed her breasts her nipples would get rock hard and she would slightly open her thighs. I would gently place my hand on the inside of her thigh and lightly press the side of my finger into her nylon pantied clit – slight pressure with very subtle movement. As her body responded I would intensify the rubbing and pressure. The more turned on she got the more she would spread her legs. I would then gently take her hand and place it on her pussy and then would start working on her.