”Michelle continued moaning and tilted her head upwards, so she was looking at the ceiling. Well, she would have, had her eyes been open.“God that...feels so good, but we shouldn’t. Are you sure Helene wouldn’t mind?”“No, she wouldn’t. Call her on my phone if you like and ask her.”“I cant do that. How can I say ‘Hi Helene, its Michelle. Can I have sex with your boyfriend?’”“I guess it would be a bit odd,” I replied.Michelle’s nipples were rock hard by this time; she clearly loved the sensation. I. She started sucking my cock, which was a new experience for me, as my wife did not like to blow me.Well guys, she was a real expert in giving a blow job. My attack on her boobs continued, as I love big boobs. I was sucking them, biting her nipples, licking around the areola and she was moaning aaaahhhhhhh ……….. uuuuuhhhhhhh, suck them, please bite my nipples, ooooohhhhhhhh you are doing it so well, please do not stop…Her moaning continued while she also kept sucking my cock. As I was too. I felt tingly all over when his lips touched my hand. That’s sweet, I said, practically gushing. Jean-Baptiste smiled. Thank you milady, he said in a mock-British accent, then we both laughed. That evening, long after Jean-Baptiste left, I lay on my bed, thinking about him. The brother is good-looking, smart and successful. He’s learning about Islam. Still, he’s bisexual. Could he love a woman like me? I called my friend Fatima and asked her for advice. I omitted the part about Jean-Baptiste’s. I told him sure that I was free Wednesday Night. We met up at a steak house , he was driving a late model BMW as I had driven up in my wagon. I tell you this guy just did it for me he walked up kissed me hugged me it was nice. We had dinner then asked him what was he doing over the weekend? He proceeded telling me that he just had to do a few things but that was it. He was free open Saturday then I asked him if Friday would be good? He told me perfect. He suggested a few places we could go but.