Her complexion was great, matching the perfect mixture of white and black the one you get to see among black Mexicans. Only her hair texture could tel... you she was black. But guys, I would say that’s the color n complexion we Indians crave to fuck. I was attracted to her. Nothing happened to between us for couple of months. It was just hi and bye then. I don’t exactly remember how I got close to her. May be I was busy with my work stress of work. Dating was last thing in my mind; all I knew is. She went on and asked some more probing questions. I answered every one. For some reason I trusted her and sensed an authentic heart. I covered sexual position, the fact that she doesn’t like much of anything except missionary. I told her of my longing to tongue a woman again because the wife doesn’t like oral any more. And no, I haven’t done anal yet. I would have been served divorce papers if I had tried. We covered the full gamut. I told her I was sick and tired of vanilla sex. At one point. I could feel the tip of his fat cock-head caressing & sliding back & 4th over my aching prostate & as it bumped my sweet spot, it made my hard cock start leaking even more, oozing long shiny strings of sticky pre-cum all over the chair cushion below me. i whispered " take me...fuck me !! i'm all yours... fuck my ass... give me every inch of your big fucking cock & make me your bitch !!! " rich's exquisitely thick cock was scr****g across my aching, swollen prostate with every pounding stroke,. He was gone.She was sure what was going to happen. She lay there in the dark, listening to the deep breathing next to her. Then out of the darkness, her cell phone made a loud noise. Louder because of the quietness of the room. It was a text message. She quickly grabbed the phone, silencing it, so her husband didn’t wake up. She looked and it was from him. As she opened it her heart beat a little faster. The message simple said: “Go to the front door.”Puzzled, she replied, “It’s late. .