My face turns red as I try to maintain eye contact and finish the second chorus. She gives me a sly smile and runs her hand down her thigh. All I can...do is imagine how wet and hot her pussy is. I want to slide her panties off and put my face right over her womanhood and feel the heat. I want to breathe a breath of hot air onto her glazed vagina. A gently kiss to her clit to introduce myself. A lick that travels from top to bottom but barely enough to open her throbbing lips. I'd imagine she'd. She looked at her body critically in the full-length mirror, turning at all angles to see what 30 meant to her. The refection that stared back was of a fit young woman whose body showed little signs of aging or sagging. Standing under the shower she felt the tiredness ebb from her under the flow of the steaming water and as bits of the dream came back she couldn't resist touching herself. As her rubbing became more frantic she felt the familiar tension building and thrusting two fingers deep. Then, Pam said, "you need to pray about it, I will pray for you and we will keep this private. No one from the church should ever find out, nor your family as they would disown you -- a black man -- wow, really? Also, you need to relax and work on your marriage. Anything your husband wants you need to do." Charlotte said, "you are right, thank you" Pam went into the bathroom and ran a hot bubble bath for Charlotte, she got her more coffee and had her come and get in the tub. As Charlotte. Three more stories took the rest, but I’m not posting them until I finish this series. Looking over the way I had finished this story, I found it lacking. Justice was not done to Wiley, and he’s such a complex character I didn’t want to short change him. I threw every thing out and started over. Starting with this installment, look for another chapter every four to seven days until I’m done, and I envision at least three more if I get the continuity right. Go back and read the first two, its.