This allowed me to meet some new people, including women.One such new customer was Mr. Reginald, a large black man who had a large house several block... from my neighborhood. I mowed his grass which surrounded a fenced in pool area. One hot July afternoon I had just finished cutting the grass when the gate to the pool area opened and his wife stepped out. I had never met her before. She was stunning. Tall dressed in a miniscule bikini. She had long flowing black hair that fell across her bikini. Your eyes unfocussed by the sensations as I start the age old dance. That slow fucking motion, my balls hanging and banging against the cheeks of your butt as you hold me to you. Hands around the cheeks of my ass, pulling me into you, encouraging me to start speeding up. Our mutual grunts of pleasure like a wild animal in the rut. We look deep into each others eyes as we feel the rising tide between us, the grunts deeper, more animalistic, more urgent as the act takes us over. Your legs come. .. My lady I see you and Evans shall continue your lusting as he loves to keep you hot for me..see how hard his cock is as I know he masturbates and sniffs the clothes you have left from previous visits and so do I...When i miss you I go to the wardrobe here in the house for you and smell your gorgeous fragrance from your lingerie and jerk myself off...such a beautiful beautiful feeling to miss someone so beautifully and that much and then release in erotic passion...Evans drew his cock closer. My companion was not going to reveal herself fully. Nor would I. There was something special about this secret time which was being made even more special, because she had insinuated herself into my fantasies. I had not been open to this level of trust, which had likely reserved for my mother. Sometimes, I’d get close. In those short moments, chatting and jerking off with older men, circumscribed by our pure, that is, orgasm-focused relationships, I’d feel kinship. Here I was with a woman and.