“O, you thought ‘8’ referred to time?”“Of course I—what else could it?”She laughed and put a hand on my arm. “You’ll see,” she sa...d. “And then some.” She poured us glasses of red wine and put on some soulful jazz. She pointed toward the couch and said, “Sit, sit.”I did. We drank in silence, letting the music envelop us. She sat the bottle down upon the carpet. “You read such obscure books,” she said. “Everyone thinks you’re a dusty scholar but I see something else in you.”“I do love to. She’d had sex with lots of men and a fair few ladies, and a lot of it had been good, but after a few weeks she was always bored and looking to move on and she was starting to wonder what the problem was. Pouting at the image of herself, Fay sighed and started to dress. It was Saturday and she had the apartment to herself, but she fancied going out for a walk. Loosely tying her hair back, she rummaged through the mess of clothing scattered around her room. She pulled on some white, satin bikini. I would just jump the fence sneak past the bedroom on a small deck, jump another fence and I was in my back yard. the neighbors were never home anyway. This day they were and as I snuck across the deck past the bedroom, the door was open. And right there on a small table was the neighbor lady, Mrs. Keller, laying there naked legs up in the air with some guy fucking her, her big tities bouncing about. I froze, I had to watch. Her husband, Mr. Keller was right watching with his wang in his hand. He likes being on his knees I think." With that line, he pushed me back onto the floor and inserted his dick back between my lips."Think about it," Tyrone said while i began blowing Darren again, "You just prematurely ejaculated. While sucking a dick. A black dick. What does that say about you? You like it more than you let on.I paused for a moment and looked up at Darren, cock head in my mouth. They were right. What does this say about me?I did not have much time to reflect as Darren quickly.