.. Why not?" If you're all tired out, and it's late, and everything, and then, it's not so wonderful. If, maybe, it's not so wonderful -- for you, eve... -- then we can say it was because you were tired. It wouldn't have to be because I was... you know... too afraid, or too inexperienced." Baby Girl, if it isn't sensational, it's not gonna be your fault! It'll be mine. And it won't be because I'm all tired out, because, really, I'm not that tired! I've been thinking about this for -- well, for a. Dot's nipples had been pushing against her top since I saw her at the door, but they became more prominent when I mentioned Guy."Can we go for a stroll?" Dot asked. "Walk breakfast off." Sure, if that's what you want," I told Dot. I changed, and Dot went home to put her walking shoes on.We met where our drives meet, and Dot was still braless. "Around the block?" Dot asked and added, "But would you leave my bottom alone, please."It wasn't what I wanted to hear, so I asked Dot if we were still. I did not want this black man's big cock turning me on like this. It wasn't him; it couldn't be this man who was making me this hot. My mind was spinning, going back and forth between Bill my husband and Bill and his big delicious black cock going in and out of my mouth and throat. I could tell that Bill (the man I was sucking off right now) loved what I was doing to him and he just sat there and moaned. I heard him say to me "Fuck bitch, you are the best cock-sucker I have ever had! Take it. Ben caught me ogling Jeff's buns and gave me a look that told me I was being obvious. "So, Jeff, are you in wrestling or football?" I asked. Jeff grabbed two beers, handed one to Christine, and said, "Both, for now. I'm sure I'll have to decide on one or the other soon, but not until I go back in the fall." You're looking pretty good yourself!" Christine said, opening her beer. "You still playing volleyball?" Yeah," I said, "I'm actually on two teams, so I get to play a lot." I love your hair!".