Sasha saw a chance to bag the incredible Adrienne Dennis and she volunteered to join us straight away, as if a second girl was even necessary. Even mo...e of a pussy hound than Adrienne, indeed.But then Adrienne had come back to visit in March, and instead of picking up right where they’d left off, Sasha had remained quite aloof from Adrienne. For a long time, I’d thought her behavior had something to do with her burgeoning romantic feelings for me, and that the closeness Adrienne and I shared. Again, I had a horrible thought that this was anelaborate joke and leaving the box I went back down to confront my husband."Is this some kind of sick joke you bastard, if this is a wind up andyou've brought me a vibrator from China, I'll swing for you?" You don't have to believe me, I've told you everything I know, I'm offout, this is just too strange. Now I've handed it over, you can do whatyou like with it." No, don't go, don't leave." I wasn't sure whether to be pissed off orscared, but. Glyn, nevertheless, loved having the upper hand. Remarkably, that was to change one evening when Glyn became totally addicted to dark meat.On that Friday night at the bar as Glyn stood at the urinal, a tall attractive black guy took up station next to him. When the man hauled out his dick Glyn’s jaw almost became unhinged. Glyn was not a size queen per se, but the protuberance beside him was an object of total wonder.“I’m Clement,” a voice suddenly announced.“Glyn… my name’s Glyn,” he. Maybe so, but not school test. Ma look me, smile. She cool. She girlie too.Saturday coming, and I already know. Riis want, he got. No, I want. He don't need ask. Only need time. Only need place. Nighttime, I touch me, dream him. Hand touch tits, his hand, squeeze gentle, stroke nip, squeeze harder. Whisper ya. Ya, Riis. Other hand slide down, stroke me. Oh, Riis. Touch me. Ya, baby, oh ya, sweet baby.Finally Saturday. Morning, Ma-me go shopping, other shit. Afternoon, I wash hair, lay out.