" You skipped a grade, Theresa?"She smiled, not knowing where I was heading with this, misinterpreting it as a promising reiteration. "That's right, M.... Ablerod, I skipped seventh grade because they said it would just be a waste of my time." So, although most of your classmates and friends are sixteen..." That's right, I'm fifteen. I don't turn sixteen for almost ten months!" she replied with an unwitting smile."I see," I replied, smiling myself. I said nothing more of it, and quickly concluded. She cared for nothing but herself and her sexual bliss.The initial remorse and guilt she had felt at betraying her husband were now turning into adoration and contemplation of a more sexually powerful man. Too much time had she spent with a sexually inadequate and insignificant man; so many emotions and sensations had been denied to her as a woman! Now she was at the point of no return.It would be pointless and vain to pretend that their encounter was a one-night stand. This young African man. I don’t know what had got into her (apart from me of course) but I was just lovin’ it!She stood up and very quickly undressed, and jumped on top of me, pinned me down to the bed, so that my pulsating polaris docked with her slurpy silo in one swift mind blowing action, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work out what probably happened next. She rode me like the devil possessed, until I could hold out no longer, and jetted my second load into her insatiable sperm gobbler. “Now don’t think. After Colorado, the ground flattened out. Lewis and Clark called it the Great American Desert. We did some tourist things in Kansas City and St. Louis. The temperature and humidity were both too high, but when we got to our destination in southern Wisconsin that seemed to go away. We were real close to Lake Michigan—just a few minutes drive away—and I felt a knot ease inside me. Something inside me needed to be near a large body of water.The special moment came when I hooked up with the others..