I walked over to him and sat down.We discussed a variety of topics, catching up on each other’s lives. Mark was never one to settle down, thus he ne...er had any children of his own. He was never truly single though. Always someone around the corner. With a hint of flirting, we somehow got around to discussing our sex lives.“Barry is awful in bed,” I told him. “He’s too soft, and honestly I’m not physically attracted to him anymore.”Mark gave me a grin.“Sounds like you need a real man in your. The particular place I would like to tell you about was inCroydon in late 1999. The boiler had broken, and it was up to me to see thatthe homeowner didn't freeze in the winter months.I arrived at the house and was greeted at the door by a nice attractivebrunette by the name of Mrs Green. She was about 5'10'', late 20's withshort dark brown hair and a slim figure. It was early afternoon, but shelooked as though she was going clubbing by the state of her attire. Kneehigh boots, a short black. Amanda’s tongue lolled with mine, and she stroked my back happily as my hands roamed her landscape, squeezing her buttocks and moving back up to her breasts.“Mr. Vic,” she whispered. “You are a naughty man.”I slid my hand under her t-shirt and squeezed her left breast, then pulled the loose cup down and pinched her nipple.Amanda’s hand moved down to my cock, and she began to feel me through my jeans. I abandoned her tits and got to work on her button and zip. Kneeling in front of her I pulled. She had chosen a tight dark green silk dress, a little bit short, which revealed her beautiful smooth long legs. Her cleavage was also visible and she was standing on a pair of sexy high heels. I could see why this black guy had chosen her. Suddenly the music started to go slow dancing and the black guy quickly placed his arms onto Ana’s waist. This didn't really bother me as I trusted Ana and had seen a few men dance with her in the past. She always pushed them away if they go too far. But.