‘Come with me.’ I said to him and at the same time gave him a simple little kiss on his lips. He still looked almost flustered. I took another dee... drag of my cigarette, gave him another little peck on his lower lip and said to him in the sweetest wisper I could muster up as I exhaled ‘Do you want your cock sucked? I’d do it right here if we wouldn’t get arrested. Trust me, it will be the best blowjob you’ve ever gotten.’ ‘Let’s go.’ he said. Apparently I piqued his interest. Now to find. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a car pool when I'm all alone. I can argue both sides of any given issue and worse, I lose nine times out of ten!Is it solely the emotional fallout of putting my dick in Jean's pussy? Is that what she's fearful of? Cripes, I've been there a hundred times in my mind. I've screwed that girl so many times in my head, the emotional fallout is mostly that it's only been there... in my head! Or is it that she's afraid she'll get pregnant? Yeah, that'd be tough. I mean,. I was met by a very tall, muscular black man, very good looking. He introduced himself, and I took him into the lounge.Shortly afterwards, Jane came in, and I was totally shocked. She was wearing only a very short, very sheer nightgown. She walked over to Darren, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him with a passion I had not noticed from her for a long time.“What is going on?” I asked angrily, upset that he was so familiar with my wife.“Relax,” he grinned. “It is all part of the. We've seen each other's bodies many times, of course. This time, I was trying not to gawk at her tiny boobs, poking through her sleeping shirt. I wanted to follow the lines of her panties down into her shorts and imagine her naked body. I felt a rush between my legs. What was happening to me?She smiled and plopped on the bed next to me. "What are you thinking about?" The question seemed to come out of nowhere. I realized I must have been telegraphing something. Fuck."Ummm, you're just,.