” They said that ‘real soon’ in the same cryptic manner that Lynette had just used.While I appreciated those final words, I thought it was beyon... screwy that my three bandmates would say something like that. In my prior lifeline, I only saw Lisa and Eda one time at St. Andrew’s Catholic Church during one of my many return visits from down south to see family. Additionally, I talked with Sammy one time in 1989 as she and a university boyfriend were coming out of the new Jack Astor’s restaurant. They showed little attention to detail or sensuality. Within minutes the wife was on her knees sucking both black dicks. They talked more smack, degrading my wife. One told her "flip that shit over bitch". She quickly bent over the bed as he ripped her pantyhose open. He licked her pussy, "yeah. better not show up with some used up gash, bitch" he said. He talked to her as if she was trash, a piece of meat good for nothing. He shoved his dick in her. No play, no ease, no care; he lined. This was feeling somewhat clinical, but still it was erotic. I was wondering what was going to happen next, my mind tends to think about things like that, thinking of the next six moves in a chess game as it were, I was wondering where Mistress was going to go with this. And as I was thinking this I was having a bit of a conflict in my mind, thinking that I should not be thinking about this at all, that if I was going to be a good sub I should just be living in the now – not the future. I guess. I felt her trembling hand guide my dick in her warm pussy. She gasp…as I eased it in. .We started in, fucking slow at first. Her hands went for my butt cheeks and guided me in further and deeper in her pussy. Her breath was right by my ear and I heard every breath she took. She moaned…(”….oh baby,…you feel so good in me…your making mom so happy, cum with me baby…(gasp)...oh god yes…. cum with me….”) Our body’s took over from us and we started fucking faster as we both moaned and sucked all the.