I could certainly admit to having warm feelings for her but they really didn't have an erotic tinge to them yet. But that would soon change.I showed M...ureen around my condo and seated us on my big couch. We both sat close to each other near the middle as Maureen continued to talk. I interrupted her briefly while I fixed us something to eat and drink then settled in, listening to her and answering her many questions as best I could. Then the questions began to get sexual and I could feel my long. The whole place was cleared out and it was just Shelly and I. Shelly was in a great, flirtier mood. She had on her tennis shoes, little shorts and a tank top that showed plenty of cleavage. We had all the lights off in the building except for the bar. We were sitting and talking, and drinking maybe more than we should have. We were talking about a lot of different things when Shelly out of the blue asked me "if what they say about black guys is true." "What is it they say about black guys, we. 3(The GILF down the hall)The following happened one night about a week or ten days after Gracie and I first met. I showed up at Gracie’s door and knocked gently. Gracie opened the door dressed, not in slinky lingerie, but in appropriate outdoor summer wear. She had on a loose fitting blouse / shirt hanging outside (not tucked in) a pair of khaki color shorts. She was barefoot and had a glass of wine in her hand. I had showed up hoping for a night of hot nasty sex, but her dress and appearance. Her clit was now red and swollen and a tear trickled from the corner of each of her wet pouting eyes.He set about wiping the remnants of her earlier saliva and some of his cum off his dick with a long piece of cloth fabric. He then placed the cloth in his left hand and grasped his re-erect cock with his right.“You know princess, you sometimes protest too much. Time to plug your sweet cum hole up for the evening then.” He stated with no regard for her whimpering pleadings. His fist now stroking.