Imogene gave me instructionsfor finding Illusions. "Park in the forecourt of The Angel pub," sheconcluded, "then ring me and I will give you direction... for the last partof your journey. We never give out our exact address to first time clientsas too many of them never show up."I assured Imogene that I would definitely keep my appointment, but that Iunderstood her caution and that I would phone her when I reached Bromley.As I put the phone down I became conscious of my racing pulse. I had tosit. Our hormone driven teen sex life had settled into a once or twice a week routine. Which between work and baby care,seemed fine for the both of us. I shouldn't say that. Actually I required a bit more. As often as I could get away with it, I would go down to my workshop in the basement where I had a stash of skin magazines and masturbated looking at them. I will admit I diddled myself for an hour or more before finally spurting my load onto the floor. As time went by,I found a magazine for. The mild breeze made my summer dress billow and the humidity made the halter cling to my breasts. I was happy, here I was walking with my hubby as other men were looking at me with lust desire; but deep inside I knew that during that week there, I would fuck a well hung black man…My girlfriend Helena had recommended me that Jamaican resort at the beach, telling me she had come here last year and had been fucked by four different black guys during a whole week. And the best part, her husband. Slowly gently I push my tongue in lightly licking you.I wrap my arms around your thighs pinning you with my hands on top, holding you open and still as I lick firmer and deeper. When your fully soaking and my chin drips with your essence I stand up. My cock firmly bouncing in front of me. I rub the tip between your lips then over your clit. I reach up squeezing your breast one in each hand pinching your nipples , I slide in you. Light tiny strokes at first barely the head fully in Slowly.