Было неплохо, но... я предпочёл быть объектом страсти.Правда, порой я задавал себе в...�прос, даже, скорее, в ужасе восклицал: "Что ты творишь!? Ты же натурал, твоя участь девушки!". Но даже не это пугало. Пугало то, что мне нравилось жить с парнем. Пусть мы всего лишь трахались, а не "вели совместное хозяйство", но и этого было много.Как ни странно (а может, это, наоборот, предсказуемо), наши отношения погубила одна очаровательная девушка, встреченная мною чудесным осенним днём, когда медовое. Just a single photo. The image was a close up of a woman in red dress sitting on a sofa, her legs open, short skirt pulled up slightly to reveal her shaved mound…I recognized Ana`s red dress. In front of her there was a black huge hand making the “thumb up” signal…I felt my dick was going to explode, watching that picture of Ana; her legs open on a sofa, with a total black man stranger just starting to rub her pussy lips.Then my phone buzzed again and another picture appeared in the screen. It. "We got this friend Roy who we can bring on to help with the tools. He is just a young whipper snapper of sixty five, but he's pretty dependable."When I got back it was noon and Willie was up and moving about the barge house. "Were you out playing Elvis again?" I asked."No last night I was fishing off the pier down there till 2AM. Well the last two hours I was in the office with Margo looking at porn drinking wine and laughing. It's neat how porn gets to be hilarious at out age," he said."Well. Finally we stopped, turned on a room light and blew out the candles. Then we shared an amazing hug. Her body felt incredible all slippery with the oil. We removed the worst of it with paper towels. I picked up the towels and spread corn starch on the floor to absorb the drippings the towels missed and then scraped and swept that up. We went upstairs and shared a really nice shower together. Then we went to bed. Life is good. When I am making love with Ann life is very good indeed. Tuesday.