Joe knew I liked to cycle, so it was not unusual for me to take the bike and go.The night before I was due to meet Sam, I was so horny I wanted Joe to...fuck me. He said he was dog tired and he fingered me to an unsatisfactory pathetic semi orgasm, which I faked. It made me scream out for a ‘big cock’ in my head anyway!Although Joe was a black man, contrary to porn sites, Joe was not a ‘Mandingo,’ nowhere near. But in his youth, with what he had for a cock, we fucked like crazy. But these days,. We arrived at the dock near the southeast side of the cabin just before sunset. The sky was a beautiful shade of purple and red mixed with orange and blue. Ron told me that in the city the lights block out most of the colors of sunset, as well as most of the light from the stars. He then taught me how to bait the hook and cast the line. It didn't take long before I felt a slight tug on the line. It startled me; and Ron and I laughed out loud. “What did you expect,” he asked.“I don’t. Not long after that, he'd transferred to his current unit and they had gotten their orders to mobilize late in the previous year.While he didn't relish being away from Sharon and his children, Don was ready to go. The combat points would help toward his retirement, and he felt like it was his turn to go.They had left home in late March for two months training stateside, then they'd gotten their four days of leave, and the family had driven to see him. After that, the unit had left in mid-June. I had relinquished my very soul to her in that kiss. I was so engrossed with her tongue, caring nothing about what was happening beyond our mouths, that I was startled as her hand wrapped around my clit. She squeezed my clit, but with no more force than I would have on the nights I played with Michelle. Her hand was soft, caressing me more than squeezing me. She merely held me, not stroking, not squeezing, but just feeling my rampant pulse through the veins surging beneath the skin of my.