I was exhausted from the hours of work I had sunk into my masters thesis.The passage of time seemed to have no meaning in the archives. There's no clo...k upon the wall, there's no window for a person to see the position of the sun in the sky, just row after row of document shelving, and obnoxious track lighting above. I began to think that I'd spent about enough time here this afternoon, a thought prompted by the growl that errupted from my stomach. I'd eaten 'lunch' at 11:00 that morning, and. It was just dawning on me that Stephanie and Caroline's stockings simultaneously contrasted with and complimented each other when they disengaged themselves from each others soppy snatches, positioned themselves with legs intertwined and began to grind their pubic bones together in a display of fiery frottage. This new position brought the contrasting and complimentary qualities of their stockings into stark focus and made my cock even harder than I thought would be possible, the extra flow of. " she mumbled.Seizing upon that, I continued. "Do you think you'll be horny tomorrow night?"She shrugged again."Listen to my voice. You are beginning to feel aroused." Aroused?"The tone of the question in her voice startled me, but she still appeared deep in a trance. Perhaps it was because I'd been more direct in suggesting it, or it was something further from the norm for her."How do you feel when you become aroused?"She giggled a little, her face flushing. "Butterflies in stomach." That's. In fact, though my wife didn't know this, I had frequently masturbated, late at night, after my wife and gone to her separate bedroom, to the whole idea of that young, handsome black guy fucking that young white girl across the street (and with her own husband's apparent complicity)!In fact, I found the idea of my own wife being fucked by that same young black guy hugely erotic! I often stayed up quite late watching on-line porn (interracial porn exclusively) and jerking off; and I always had.