After breakfast I walked out front to the porch and sat on the swing trying to think of what came next. I was still swinging when my com rang. Hmm, ho... was I getting a signal with no power? "Thanks Kristy," I thought."Hello," I said."Um, yes. Could I speak to Justin Lake please?" a man asked."Speaking. This is Frank Mays I presume?" Yes. How did you know it was me, have we met?"I laughed. "Frank we have only met in our dreams." You know about the dreams?" Yes I know about both of your dreams.. He could sense her struggles and knew that it was unfair to start something he had no intention of finishing. He had promised himself that he wouldn’t take her again until they were married yet time and again he found her in his arms. He wanted her, his need for her as desperate as the need to breathe to a drowning man, yet he resisted. After the other night in the carriage he’d fought with himself and his conscious. It didn’t feel right making love to her without the benefit of marriage, not. Ever since she had her first orgasm three years earlier, she had fantasized about being forcefully taken by a black man with a huge pecker. Why someone gets fixated on a certain sexual desire or fetish is something for the psychologists of the world, all Jonelle knew, was that the mere sight of a large black erection made her cunt wet and her knees go weak. What excited her even more, was if the cock in question was poking itself into a young white girl. With the advent of the world wide web,. One hand cupped her mound as she watched two guys kissing and touching the woman on screen. I believe one of her fingers was pressing on her clit.My friend looked at me and smiled. We both watched her as the movie continued. I asked her if she was okay and she replied, "Oh yes," with a moan. I said, "Honey, if it looks that good would you like to do that also?" She looked at me quizzically and replied, "If you want me to." I said, "Yes I do."Her face reddened but she turned to me and her mouth.