She left several times, to take care of the few other patrons she had, but she always returned with a smile and we picked up where we'd left off.I was...most of the way through my third Scotch when I resigned myself to the fact that the brunette wasn't coming. I decided to finish my pipe and then leave. I puffed quietly, closed my eyes, and leaned my head against the padded chair back. Without opening my eyes, I finished my Macallan and rested the glass on my knee. Then I sat in silence,. I looked at Ted and said that we' have to blow-up the airbed. My little three bedroom house had one as a den. We'd put Steve in there on the airbed. Steve asked if he could have a shower. I got fresh towels and soap. There was a new tootbrush and deoderant for him. When Steve closed the bathroom door, Ted said,"Wait! Push your clothes out so they can be washed too."Steve did as Ted suggested. Ted had those briefs on his face before I could say anything. He let me sniff them. "Man. , was relaxing and gave me time to think, and to clear my head. I guess I had been in a funk ever since my ex and I decided to go our separate ways.I think I might have felt better about it had one of us cheated on the other, but, like the rest of our humdrum, middle-class, suburban lives, our break up was just plain old boredom. We just got tired of each other, and nothing seemed to be able to break us out of the doldrums.So here I was, an overweight, middle-aged man with a car, a computer,. This was what I had been missing all mymarried life.I felt him tensing up to cum. He rammed his cock deepinside me and began shooting his warm sperm into mycunt. It just kept spurting and spurting. When hedismounted his semen ran from my open pussy and drippeddown my legs. I just know that I loved the sex and thevery idea of fucking a black man.In the following weeks I went out with several of theblack men at work and always ended up fucking them. Bylate December I found out I was pregnant. I.