I don’t mind at all. In fact, I’ve been day-dreaming about you this week.” “Oh gosh, mister David, do you mean that? That you… you dream of ...aving sex with me when you jack off?” “Yes, Clitecka. Almost every night since the last time you visited me, and you let me see your lovely black breasts in that low-cut sweater. I know you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” “Yes. I wanted you to see my titties and get hot for me.” “Well, it certainly worked, Cliteka. I think of your breasts every day, and. “Damn it, Ray. You could have said, ‘You look best with nothing on’ or maybe, ‘You’d look better if you took it off.’ But you actually used ‘Nothing makes you look good’.” He chuckled against me and, reaching for my hands, guided me to the bed. “Poor choice of words. Let me make it up by giving you your surprise. Lie back and relax. Close your eyes and let me take care of you.”I smiled, wiped away my tears and settled on the bed. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the feeling as Ray gently lay. "I think the best I offered was some better gigs. Isn't this a better gig?" I sat down on the bed beside her.She smiled, "Well it's better than that pub in Southwark that's for sure and our husband's cute enough. Except we have to perform as the band — he's got this karaoke machine and we all have to turn out in the gear. Getting here was completely shite as well." Bad flight?" She seemed quite happy for me to run my hand up her leg in the general direction of her thigh."Not the flight, the bit. She kissed me straight off the bat and removed her jeans... no panties underneath she had a huge bush."Lick that black pussy white gurl, I know you want it." Said Sheila.I did not question myself, I was all alone with her no eye to witness I licked that black pussy and sucked all her juice."Oh fuck I'm Cumming" Sheila squealed, her body shaking wildly, her ebony pussy splashing into my mouth. The taste was strong and but at the same time I was addicted by it and could not stop.Sheila rocked.