"Almost there," she breathed, and I could tell that she was pressing her fingers deep inside of herself.It teased me, even more, to feel her leg shaki...g, pressed hard against mine, and spread wide to give herself full access to the sweet object of my lustful desire."Damn, damn, kiss me, please!" came out of her throat with an almost urgent plea.Pulling her close I kissed her deeply, my tongue entwined with hers, as my hand firmly clamped over her fingers. Pressing hard, I urged her three. Later my brother asked me if I was planning on going back to Paul and I told him no. I told him I'm going on with my life. He hugged me and wished me the best. I had a deep down feeling that he didn't care for Paul as much as the rest of the family. No one wants their little sister to be cheated on.I said my goodbyes to everyone and for the sake of the family I gave Paul a hug but not a kiss. My sister stopped me at the door and asked when I was going to tell her why I was really divorcing. It's just that I'd had no experience with black men before and never thought that I'd be under one servicing him like a willing whore. The gaffer's willing whore, it made me crazy with need just thinking those thoughts and I grabbed his shoulders and began thrusting back at him like a mad woman.I was soon breathless. He was humping away in me like an athlete, never missing his stride, it was wonderful to feel his strong swollen dick thrusting into me, to know that he was close to heaving his. I was to busy the first ten days, taking care of allthe things that David used to do, but as thing sloweddown, my craving for sex began to intensify. It was another two weeks until the next party, so Icalled Carla the hostess of the club, who was also nowa very close friend. I had phone numbers of the variousmen we had met over the previous months, and I calledtwo of them, but they had dates that weekend. I toldCarla about them, and asked her if she could suggestsomeone that I haven’t met.