She has auburn hair about shoulder length, and she’s been with me for almost four years as my maid, friend, housekeeper and style consultant. She he...ps me with my wardrobe, in other words.’ ‘Are you sure she’s not your mistress or something?’ ‘Absolutely not, in fact she’s so indispensable that were I to consider marriage, the woman, would have to pass my housekeeper test.’ ‘Okay, I’m listening.’ ‘Well the lady in question would have to meet Dixie and get along with her before I could propose.’. She would glide up to the tip of my glans and then slowly glide down until I was balls deep inside her like she could read my mind. I was doing pretty well in terms of stamina earlier in missionary. Not that her pussy didn't feel amazing. And even with these rhythmic strokes of hers I was doing well. Here was the problem ... with the lights on I saw her long black kinky pubic hairs slick with that pussy cream I was describing earlier gliding along my shaft with each plunge. Of course I saw her. I dozed off for about thirty minutes and when I awoke the dildo was still inside me. I considered another round but decided I’d rather have the real thing, so I hopped up and headed for the shower. As I was soaping up in the shower, my mind kept drifting to the night before and how badly I wanted Paul to fuck me again. This train of thought seemed to cause my cock to be impossibly hard and I decided again to take the matter in hand. As I was eating breakfast I was thinking about all the times. How it will stretch me. I guess your phrase ‘voracious appetite’ ... I guess it ... I was just afraid you might hurt me as you attempted to satisfy both of our ravenous desires.”You could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard why she was somewhat afraid and what might happen as we made love later on tonight.“Oh, Lynette, I would never purposefully hurt you, tonight ... or any time we are together. I can’t promise this first time won’t hurt some, but just know that I would never do.