.. hmm. That is a complication." You think? It's hard enough talking about it to you. There's no way I could talk to her about it." But, in the end, y...u do want her to know, right?"She ducked her head. "I guess," came her muffled response."What if I told her? That you're confused about your feelings, that is; you can tell her the rest later, when you feel more comfortable with her."She thought about it for a few seconds, chewing on her bottom lip. "I'd like that," she finally said. "Thank you.". Anna was always more aggressive in the fantasies than in real life and Carl encouraged this. “My girlfriend wants to see you guys jerk off.” “Yeah guys, pull out those cocks, I want to see how big you are.” Anna often made at least one of the men black, since that was one of her biggest fantasies. In her 35 years she had never been with a black man and had many of the typical fantasies white girls have about such encounters. Large thick cock, forceful, treats her like a slut, a real man. Once. I hung up the towel and took her hands as we faced each other, her smile fully intending to entice me to take her to bed; the cordless phone rang blaringly on the counter and we both jumped as the reality of where we were and what we were doing slammed home.I lowered her hands and let the phone ring three times before picking it up to confirm the inevitable number on the caller ID; it was, as expected, Jane. “Hello,” I said in as normal a tone as I could muster, “sorry it took me a minute to. As she started sponging me off, she said, "Something I want to talk about, baby..." she sounded a little more serious than normal."What's that, sweet one?" I asked."You know, we've been having a lot of fun, playing with each other, you know, your hands, your mouth ... and I love doin' that with you." Her soft brown eyes..."You're a delight, my dear. I love doing it with you too, you know..." I said. I was truthful. She was happy and enthusiastic and seemed to enjoy the pleasures we'd shared.