You gave me your phone number but made me promise not to call. You were worried that a slip of the tongue or an inopportune call would jeopardize you... marriage and you told me not to call you. I couldn’t keep that promise. I called in the morning two weeks after we had parted. My thoughts of you ranged from the romantic to the erotic. I pictured us living a life together and then memories of our love making would excite me and confuse me. I longed for you.You answered quietly I could hear. "I need your big nigger cock in me now…!" I cried in his face as I wrapped my legs around this black bastard; pulling him in. With Derek's hard black cock buried deep into my hungry wet cunt, I looked over to Victor and saw his face flushing red, as his hand kept stroking his hardened cock.I bit my lip as Derek gripped my hips and shoved his cock into me, fucking me hard as I grabbed his shoulders pulling him deeper into my wet cunt. He fucked me faster, harder pushing even deeper as he tensed.. "How have you been?" Okay. I've been better, but I'm okay." Yeah, well - look Bobby, I'm sorry for what I did. I was nervous and unsure and well, hey, marriage is a big step and I was scared. But I've had time to think about it and I realize that I love you enough to want to try. Can we get back together?" For how long? Until another boyfriend comes back to town and you need to go and see if the spark is still there?" Oh, you know." Yeah Faye, I know. It's a small town, stuff gets around." I'm. She looked over her shoulder and said, “Come on,” with a tone in her voice that indicated she had something in mind. “Catch me if you can, “ she added, knowing well that even on a bad day Robert could outrun her, and she slipped out the door to the beach. He followed her and caught up with little effort, grabbing her and threatening to toss her into the surf as she giggled and protested. They fell to the sand in each other’s arms just at the point where the waves met the shore. Robert clued.