I was masturbating a lot, and quite lonely, but when I would cum the hardest, was when I would imagine that older black man with me in my bed.I mentio... all of this, because I ran into this same guy almost a year to the date of that pool party. I had gained some weight, and was really quite miserable. Everywhere around me, magazines, TV, movies, was telling me the only sexy women were tiny waifish girls with no butt that wore leg warmers and trimmed their bushes into tiny patches. None of that. “But consider this. I have a roomful of witnesses who will testify that Dougherty’s insolent and arrogant treatment of material witnesses and cooperating citizens very nearly froze our investigation in its tracks. Sworn testimony! And I had our dispatcher log our attempt to notify agent Dougherty of an impending operation to raid the kidnappers and rescue the hostages; Dougherty failed to inform us of his whereabouts or how to contact him. That is an official, documented log entry, Agent. My nipples were very sensitive, and every so often, Uncle Daves hand would brush over it. It was driving me crazy. As if he could read my mind, he inserted his hand inside the strap of my dress and began playing with my rock hard nipple. mmmmm I moaned. Baby girl likes that, right? he asked. All I could do was moan again. Oh wow, I could feel my pussy soaking my panties. The car slowed and Uncle Dave pulled over on a dark stretch of the highway. He pushed the strap aside and lowered his mouth. I did have a few exceptions to that rule, but they were things that didn't interest her either, so I didn't have to worry about her coming at me with something I would turn her down on.Tony was one of the guys I worked with and was my buddy; we hung out together often, drank together, and so forth. He lived not too far away and was at our house nearly as much as he was at his own. Pam and he got along great too and she sometimes even flirted innocently with him.Of course, when Tony and I were.