She licks her lips and opens her legs slightly. She wants it so bad, but she is forcing her self not to. What cant she have this attitude with married...men? Cocks have always been your master, havent they? You make your entire existence around pleasuring them. Now is no exception. Open them. She gives into my temptation and opens her legs fully. I pull then to the side of the bed and position my body over hers Good bitch. Now, beg for it. N-No! she may say that, but her pupils are dilated. Now. The whole place was cleared out and it was just Shelly and I. Shelly was in a great, flirtier mood. She had on her tennis shoes, little shorts and a tank top that showed plenty of cleavage. We had all the lights off in the building except for the bar. We were sitting and talking, and drinking maybe more than we should have. We were talking about a lot of different things when Shelly out of the blue asked me "if what they say about black guys is true." "What is it they say about black guys, we. “Helen, the test is between you two. You aren’t competing against anyone else.”“What happens if neither of us get one right?”“If both of you get less than twenty-five percent correct then I will make a new test. How is that?”“Ok, I guess.”“Stacy?”“Fine.”Curious, I opened my copy of Moria’s test. ‘Where is Plymouth rock? What date was the first colony settled in North America by the Europeans? Where is Quincy market? Where is Roanoke? What is the name of the oldest continuously commissioned. My husband got me home and walked me up and down the street a couple of times to help sober me up. A little later, we started making out, and then the hot sex began. At some point during our fucking we started our anal adventure together. I have to admit I don’t remember a lot about that first time, but I enjoyed it enough that we tried it again a couple of nights later and we have never looked back. To back up a bit my husband and I had been together for about thirteen years at this point.