Tammy leaned on her daughter Beth and me since we all lived close. Tracy and her f****y had moved across the country for work. Late one night while a... Tammy’s, Beth confessed her marriage was falling apart. She also informed me that Tammy had told her about our special relationship. Beth and I talked in great length about how I met her parents, the extended vacations, Rick’s wishes for us to continue seeing each other. Beth shared that her husband had been having an affair with a very young. She knew I needed sex that night; specially hard, long, thick and black sex…Then a middle aged, very elegant black couple came down the stairs into the bar. They sat close to us and we started chatting.They introduced themselves as Angie and Peter.After a while, Helena invited Angie to the dance floor; leaving me there at the bar alone with Peter. I looked at his crotch and saw a huge package down there inside of his trousers.Soon I saw both girls were kissing as they danced close together.Then. With her gone I suddenly felt very naked.The celebrations wound up early. There were too many gatecrashers and management were insecure, they worried about fire regulations and the number of people. The police came and helped to empty the club rooms.I hadn’t started to celebrate**I rang.“Kirsty.” Her voice. I hesitated.“Mark.”“I expected you.” I didn’t know what to say.“Meet me.”“Yes.”“Now.”“Yes.”“Rogerios.” She hung up. I went. Drove fast. I went to the door. A hand slid under my arm.“You’re. It was partly her own fault, the sobbing young blonde told herself. She should never have allowed their petting to go so far. He had become so passionate, and because of her love for him, the poignancy of their last night together and the sensual intimacy of the convertible, she had lost all control when she sympathetically kissed his thick pulsating penis. She had only intended giving it a quick kiss, something they would both remember as being part of their own private love, a little secret.