This is magic remember and though magic is wonderful, I’m no fool, it’s just an illusion, it fades to become something fantastic from once upon a ...ime. Your hands are cold and whilst I can’t feel it, my hair is soft and warm to the touch. Your brush it behind my ear and I screw up my face with a lopsided grin as you look at me up close. I can’t bare the scrutiny and I kiss you again, call it a distraction. I kiss you ever so gently and as you respond our eyes smile to one another, they know!. "She stared pointedly at the front of his shorts, which now concealed what was obviously an erection."Men!" she snorted. "You're all the same."Sometimes Kendra yipped when she had an orgasm. To Bob's ears, the noises she made during sex could have been used as the sound track for just about any porn video. In fact, they should have been used, because she didn't make the same sounds over and over like a broken record, like most professionally produced pornography used. She communicated with. "Did I say girl? Plural. Girls!" So here we are still in street clothes getting a big cock bigger.He is taking our tops off, when finished he pulls up Mare and says "Get comfy in that bed" and he closes the bathroom door. Whispering in my ear "I'm going to get her rocks by making her a little nervous". I tell him I have a new idea to get his rocks off too.He stands next to the bed offering her his cock to play with. Even he was enjoying the contrast of the white cheeks under his ebony. The next few months were hell, I was as horny as hell. I couldn't really bring a woman back and fuck her under Della's nose, and I wasn't sure how to explain to a prospective fuck buddy or even a partner where Della fitted in. Everyone would think I was poking her even although I wasn't. I did go out into Chichester a few times and trawled the 'pick up' bars. But apart from some skanky birds off the council estate I didn't meet any prospects at first, and although I did poke a couple of them.