I met his eyes and he smiled and nodded once. “Get in there.” I mashed my face into his crotch, sliding my cheek along his cock as I buried myself...once more. I licked at the fabric, running my tongue up and down his thick hardness. With a whimper that surprised me I pulled the shorts down, freeing him. Before he could urge me again, I moved in, but ignored his cock completely. First his balls got my attention. I cleaned them and washed them gently, then nuzzled into the crease at the top of his. " Why not?" Because when they get with a white woman they become arrogant and egotistical and they start acting like they believe all the bullshit myths about them. The 'once you go black you never go back' garbage. Then when you don't buy into their line they start on the "What's the matter bitch? You think you're too good for me?" No Jim, I don't think so. I don't need any more bullshit in my life just now." Well okay, but if you change your mind give me a call."I hung up the phone amused. Next week." You're the best, Jeri, thanks!" Yeah, yeah." Her voice fell to a mutter as she pulled the coverall's sleeves back on. "Never fucking mind Faye's birthday party. Never fucking mind the beer and the stripper I chipped in for. Eliot, go get that spare engine. Meet you at the Charmer." Okay," her p-dac agreed blithely, and jetted out the door on buzzing turbofans."Shut up," Jeri told Tim before he could start.Sounding as annoyed as a desk-jockey supervisor could, Tim said, "This. I didn’t receive any reply for 5-10 minutes. I thought this is the end and closed the chat. But after a while, I got a notification that they are checking my profile. And then the IM tab blinked. They did reply back. He also replied with a hi and apologized for the delay in responding. I introduced myself.I asked about their well beings all such formal stuff. And he (yeah it was the husband using the profile at that time) asked the same stuff. I asked him what he does and why is he here? He.