I also like to tell the story as my rod is getting hard as the story is coming to my mind all the time and not allowing me to sit idle . I am a vagabo...d having no work . So this story telling has been adopted as my time pass . But from I should start is a problem for me. From my bhabi is a safe starting and I should not brood over the matter any further but start telling. But what shall I do. I like to view the video first to remember the story in details.Thevideo I like to play but the current. After surfing the channels I found a hot one of some white guy getting fucked by a bbc and I thought that this would be a good one as I so wanted to be fucked like that. The martinis must have been kicking in because my inhibitions were gone and I decided to take off my pants and have a nice stroke to what I was watching. As I was totally in the zone of slow stroking and watching the video I see out of the corner of my eye this long dark cock poke through a hole in the wall, I thought to myself. They are really firm and tight. We are hugging each other firmly and kissing. I am laying you on the bed and taking your erect nipples into my warm mouth, chewing them like a delicious food. You are sounding a little cry in excitement and moaning. I now push you on the bed and with my right hand spread opens your beautiful fleshy legs. I find your panty is wet with you pre love juices, and there are stains on it. It looks so hot that i become mad again. I remove your panties and start smelling. The working-day chatter seems to fade away as we relax over our drinks and make conversation."I'm a painter," you say, and I can see the self-mockery in the smile that flirts with the corners of your lips. "Excuse me, this is Boston, so I must say- I am an artist." We both laugh, and you suddenly become a different person as you realize I don't care. I'm a librarian, no one special, no one pretending to be a cultural snob, and you're a painter. We're both just rambling through our lives,.