While Tyler gets another shot of my ass and pussy. I have straddle Lee's legs so that Tyler could get a better shot of my pussy. This time I hear Tyle... moan and said, "Lee you are the most luckiest man in the world." Lee told him that he knew he was while he slipped his fingers into my pussy and pulled them out with my juices covering them. He looked right at Tyler as he licked his fingers. I went and made my drink and sat down in front of Tyler.I noticed as Lee was talking, Tyler was looking. They’d call her a cougar…but hey, whatever, right? When he hit 30, she’d be 48…not so great. She might could hang on to him if they had k**s together…but when he was 40, she’d be pushing 60 pretty close. He’d be done with her. She’d end up being 60 and alone. Not so great at all. Honestly, she knew it would probably never work. She could no more hang on to this punk than she could lasso the fucking moon. Sure she might hold him down long enough to fuck him for a while, but he’d get tired. I had looked forward to the dinner as a welcome distraction from my deep down thirst to be subjugated, humiliated, degraded by white men. This deep down thirst had started to surface a year ago and I had done everything possible to ignore it. I had worked three jobs, volunteered and learned how to play several musical instruments, just so I didn't act on it; Just so I didn't feel it swallowing me little by little; just so I can keep an air of respectability. I knew it would be a matter of time. After a few more moments of intimacy when we kissed each other gently, we both found robes and went into the living area where we found both Maggie and Simon at the dining table together sharing coffee and toast. Seeing Maggie with her lover still caused some jealousy to stir, even after my night with Kat. However, Simon went to get us toast and we sat and down and poured out more coffee. I didn’t want to have a deep conversation with Maggie in front of Kat and Simon. We talked about the.