It’s the “What would it be like, sixty four thousand dollar, carnal question.” “Therefore, if you get the situation of a mature, married, whi...e woman in the company of a young, hung black guy you can expect fireworks in the lust departments.” ********** Since that conversation a couple of months ago things pretty much returned to normal until one night over dinner when Alison asked me if I remembered the conversation “that night in bed.” Clearly referring to Joel, I told her of course I did. “I just saw you last night. What have you been up to?”The girl, student, said she had to go to classes but her friend scooted in next to me on my other side and we were four sitting on the bench, one side of the booth. Kind of crammed in I suggested we could slide into the booth behind, Carol, the smiling girl and I. We did. We sat three on one side facing the other guys so we could talk but not before getting up, me with an enormous boner which caught a lot of attention. I felt like the tall. The thin guy had a nice thick tool with thick and large balls, so I dropped to my knees and started to give him an expert blow job. At one point, he pushed me over to the other guy, and I found he also had a really hard dick. It was unusual, in that it was only 4-5 inches long, but it was enormously wide at the base, though narrow at the end. It took my whole mouth to take it all in. I then pushed them together and got the heads of both in my mouth.As hard as the black guy’s dick was, the other. I went to college; I married, as I had hoped, a preacher; I had two children, Rachel and Stephen; and I became a pillar of the respectable, religious community of Arapaho, Kansas, population 3,000. But, now, age 33, I saw my life slipping away. I'd always been a romantic daydreamer and my daydreams were becoming more vivid and explicit, I made frequent recourse to the shower, hot water, and a hot hand.I married my husband when I was 19. He was a preacher in a fundamentalist church. I assured.