Living together exposed me to a couple of D’Arcy’s endearing little quirks. She did occasional Girls’ Nights Out. It had been natural enough wit... her sorority sisters during her undergraduate days. She now did them with her girlfriends from her business classes. She regarded her nights out as a “mental health exercise”, both to relieve the stress of her studies and to maintain outside interests so she and I wouldn’t get on each other’s nerves. I was already used to the practice. My mother had. I went to the mens room and let go a full minute piss. The guy next to me was holding a dick about seven inches long and pissing a stream about the size of a pencil. I was staring straight ahead and said in a low tone damn I needed this. He answered me yeah me to , then he said some white lady got my dick all hard and she wanted me to fuck her. I just said lucky you, I zipped up and started back to the table. As I walked out I scanned the place for my wife but didn't see her. I opened the. It was almost 730 pm…and more than two and a half hours since we had met. And we were sitting on two different sofas, and talking like old friends...without a hint of our relationship. He then suggested that we go to a restaurant in the hotel for dinner. We went to the Simon Restaurant, quite a nice place. We ordered some salads and some light food. Made some light talk, and soon he was explaining to me how much he liked his drinks. He wondered if I was a regular drinker. When I told him that. Massaging the shower gel and letting the cascading water wash it away. He pulled her up and turned her facing the shower wall he spread her legs his mouth sucked at her buttocks biting the flesh leaving big teeth marks his fingers probed up inside her vagina his thumb in her ass he squeezed the muscle separating them. It was like an electric shock going thouh her body he kept on squeezing and relaeasing slowly her body twitching. The mixture of pain and pleasure driving her over the top. He.