How cool is that? Sitting across from her, I found myself awed by how lovely Wendy Parker looked. It has been a decade since I last saw her, but the l...dy looked real hot. People of African descent tend to age slower than other people, and Wendy looked almost a decade younger than her twenty nine years. Like me, Wendy was married. Her husband Joel Castillo was a Latino dude whom she met at Wheelock College. They have a son together, like Cesar. Wendy showed me their picture on her phone. Lovely. I stopped even being aware."Harder," I croaked one last time before another orgasm broke wide open, like a huge avalanche, breaking up and shearing off, rushing down inside me in a jumble of fractured energy as my legs again began to uncontrollably tremble and my body vibrated and shook.My insides contracted fiercely around MIke's suddenly erratic invasion. His demon inside me throbbed wildly as it staked its claim, soon jerking violently and filling me with glorious cream. My trembling body. She threw a fit!”I chuckled, “I know! But it worked out OK in the end.”“May I ask why you asked me to dance?”“I saw a beautiful young woman and decided to ask. Should I not have?”She laughed, “No. My nickname is ‘Ice Princess’ because I give every guy the cold shoulder!”“But not me?”She smiled, “You aren’t old enough to be my dad or young and trying to impress me with your daddy’s money!”“I take it you don’t like these society galas?”“I like the food, and I have a few friends here, but mostly. Then one afternoon it got the better of me. I thought what the heck; there are no neighbours that can see me looking through the bathroom window. Mum had already been in there for some time now and the thought of her laying there playing with herself just urged me on to have a look. Again that mighty adrenalin rush came over me as I got closer to the window. My cock throbbing in my shorts. Fuck, she didn't even have the blind closed as tightly as the last time and I could see her reflection in.