I told her exactly how to dress and I'd see if she was as cooperative and willing to comply with my coercive directions as she had been a year earlier... I had told Mandy that I wanted her to dress like a classy slut. I wasn't even sure what that would mean to me if I'd had to tell her exactly how to dress, so I decided to put the burden on her. Mandy took it in stride and acted like she relished the challenge to please me in what she picked out to wear. I thought to myself, "Yeah, Mandy loves. My own cock was hard, touching my abs as it leaked precum all over."You like that big dick, don't ya?" Dante asked as he pumped and continued to breathe heavily.Even though larger cocks can sometimes be uncomfortable, I do remember it felt really good. I moaned, "Yes. It feels great. Keep pumping that black cock in me."I also asked, "Is it warm and tight enough for your dick? I want it to feel really good." Fuck yea it is. It won't be long. I'm gettin close," Dante warned.Dante continued to. She taught me most of what I know. We enjoyed sex for several years without ever getting possessive.”“And, you stayed friends?”“Uh-huh.”“So. You’re convinced this is OK?”“Beth, we both have our eyes open. We agreed – no expectations, no attachments. We can do it. I'm not worried.”She turned off the light switch and moved close. I embraced her, she turned her face away, so, I began with a series of gentle little kisses on her neck. As she began to relax, I kissed the side of her face. When she. She kept up a steady stream of oohs and aahs, raising her hips to meet me every time the tip of my tongue teased her button. A few minutes of that and she gasped, “Oh my god, Bobby! My late husband used to do that to me and it just drove me plum crazy, and you’re every bit as good at it as he was!”Another couple of minutes brought her to her first man-induced orgasm since her husband died. She lay there gasping and panting for breath. “I can’t wait any longer, Bobby! I’ve got to have you in.