I don't love him. I don't think I ever loved him." Maybe not. But ... you made promises, and you had intercourse with him. That makes a difference, do...sn't it?" Oh, my..." Delia frowned, "this isn't making me feel better, Bert," looking down at her empty plate."My dear, I'm not trying to make you feel better."She looked up, surprise in her face. "Why would you make me feel bad?" I'm not trying to do that, either. Just trying to help you think about your problem. If you can sort things out in. That very night Pete took me to the party, it was a different house this time, it was set in its own grounds over Sutton Coldfield way. I was greeted at the door and made welcome then shown into a room with all blacks and a couple of white women...a drink appeared in front of me which I took and I was then shown around and introduced by my name to the people and they all seemed very pleasant. One of the women came to me and took me into another room where a big screen was showing a video and. Then she felt his hand under her shirt and he unsnapped her bra and began rubbing her bare tits. He felt her nipples get hard and he rubbed them between two fingers as he pushed his tongue in deeper into her mouth. It did not take long for Jay to get her top off and he kissed each tit back and forth then began sucking her nipples. She was so sexy and his cock was so hard and he wanted to push his cock in her young cunt and fuck her but he knew he had to go slow and not scare her or his cock. " She walks into the moonlit room, closing the door behind her. His heart flutters, he moves to sit up on the bed. "No," she insists, putting two fingers on his chest, "don't get up." She gently pushes him back down onto the bed and sits next to him on the mattress, to his right. His heartbeat quickens. "So," she says, peering down at him over the swells of her chest, "that was a really great party. I had a lot of fun." Though his view is incredible, gazing up at her pretty face, her wide.