..”“Don’t lie…, I know you were I saw you from that mirror” – she interrupted pointing at a mirror right in front of her. “Caught!” he...thought.“Fine I did stare and I’m sorry I didn’t meant to be rude or something, it’s just … it’s really nice.” – He told her“Thanks… so who the girl?” – She asked“What?” – James said kind of puzzled.“The girl, or is it the guy? You know… who was in your mind when you were jerking off before?” – She asked himHe just stood quiet. He couldn’t believe she asked. I looked down to stare directly at his huge crotch. And he noticed it…He sat down close to me and ordered more drinks.We chatted for a while. After a third drink, I started to feel buzzy…Big Tyrone invited me to dinner and I gladly accepted. He was a funny guy and I enjoyed his company; but I was feeling horny as hell with this black guy so close to me…During dinner we finished off an entire bottle of wine and I realized that I needed to go home. This black guy really was not going to fuck me. I used to purosely stand behind her and she knew the reason and wuld purposely shake her ass. I would get aroused by that and used to have a hard on. We used to stay in the same locality (as even my dad was a rich guy and not a poor one). We had our bungalows facing each other. So sometimes she would take her car and sometimes I would take mine. We both had our room facing each other. Many a times I would see her peeking at my body. I had myself several times seen her masterbating. I would too. He took her left foot into his hand and started to massage it to remove the pinch marks clearly visible on her feet, working his hands up the calf of her leg before switching to the other foot.Her left foot nestled between his legs and she used her toes to massage him through his trousers and boxers, feeling an already stiff dick grow to attention at her firm, but pleasant insistence. His head went back on to his wheelchair's head-rest and he started to pant slightly as her rubbing got more.