”I wish you were here too,” I snorted.“It’s gonna be OK,” Shelby cooed. “You’ll be breaking hearts yourself in no time.”“You know I ...on’t want to do that...”MONDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1990I got myself worked up for the bus ride Monday morning for no reason. I sat in my usual back seat. I was nervous and tense when the bus stopped near the park in town. Mikey got on the bus as usual, but not Melody. It was a relief and a curiosity all at once.‘Where was she?’“Mornin’ dude.”“Mornin’ Mike.”“Where’s your. Two other ladies right behind Emma and me bent over and gave me more of those jumping, crushing hugs, seemingly obliviously to mashing their tits into the chest of a complete stranger. Because of the difference in seat heights, I even got a couple of free feels of some really nice bottoms and neither made any sign that they noticed.By the time the game was over, Guam had won 4-2 and gotten off to a good start in pool play. I moved over near an exit and waited while Emma talked to her son. I had no idea that I was a magnet for black men, long red hair, wide hips, a big butt, and dressing like a slut did not help my cause. I felt like shark prey, even by hubby's side. He asked me did I want to try a black cock & I replied, 'heavens no'. He tried to put me at ease as they circled me, but I asked him if we could leave. Months later at a swingers party a black guy approached us both and he asked if we were here for fun? My husband said sure. I grabbed his shirt in fear. We went to a. .was it him getting a blowjob or was it her getting to suck cock? I truly didn’t know, I just knew that I needed something from this situation. I impulsively grabbed his crotch, he stared at me with horror then pushed me away. “What the fuck you doing, you little prick?!?! Jesus, you sick bastard!!”“I’m sorry, it’s just..just..I thought that maybe you might..be..”“Be what? Fucking gay, or fucking desperate??”“Please, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”“Because you’re a fucking pervert,.