Even when you think the worst is over, there will be days where you lie there, painted, perfumed, in your maids dress, stilettos and stockings, finger...ng your charity belt just yearning for just a half-hour during which the remnants of your redundant manhood are pushed back between your legs inside a steel tube; during which you could touch yourself, and once again feel the satisfaction of sexual climax.But you have resigned yourself to the knowledge that that can never again happen. That was. I pinned her hands down on bed,sucked her lower lips,i forced her to open her mouth,played with her moist tongue,oh was she hot?.pulling her saree up i made my first entry,it felt like painful heaven,ohh gosh,it took some time to come to consiouness after frenziely fucking my mom,i know that she disagreed with this, but i know she will come to terms with it.next day she woke me up with my usual bedtea but this time i was in her room,she smiled,taking lead i pulled her on bed and made love to. When we both parked, I got out and met her at the front door of her apartment building. She was a tall, gorgeous brunette and so I brought her to me and we kissed passionately. She took ahold of my hand and led me inside and up the stairs to her apartment.As soon as she unlocked her door and we went inside, we began kissing again. My hands went to her ass and started squeezing, and her hands went down and began undoing my belt buckle. She went down to her knees and began sucking my already. This went on for a couple of yearsBy now I had collected a fairly broad spectrum of toys to bring her off, and we went back to telling fantasies or reading stories to spice up our lovemaking. I often shared fantasies and stories about PF and a shemale, or PF and a black man or men. When we shared our fantasies, we both seemed to get off on the fantasy of her having hot and heavy sex with a black man. I began to focus on the black dildos I had bought her and found it very erotic to see her sweet.