I mentioned I had a special thing for black dicks, and he chuckled and said, "Well, I have a friend you need to meet". I went over, and in an hour or ...o, after we had gotten nice and mellow, and played around a little bit, there came a knock on the door. He answered it, and in walked something out of one of my masturbation fantasies. Tall, dark and handsome. Very dark, very handsome. We were introduced, then Walter sat down and took out a few joints and a couple of bottles of Rush. Our host. She had caught us playing nearly naked one day, and had offered to show us how to play it "the right way"... and her daughter and I had thoroughly enjoyed the lessons, and the play between the three of us continued for over five years. It had started when her daughter and I were both six, and ended when her husband found out and moved them away to keep it a secret. I smiled at the girls and said, "it's a fun game, isn't it?" All three nodded and grinned shyly.I reached out carefully, and. I was there at six sharp.We talked, like we used to. She went silent after a while and just looked into my eyes, smiling just slightly.“Do you know what this look means?” she asked.“I think so.” I said.“When a woman looks at you like this, the next move is yours.”“What should I do then?” I asked.“Everyone’s different. Some men just grab her by the wrist, or the hair even. Sometimes it’s a turn on when the man is a little aggressive, just watch closely to be sure it’s appreciated. Other guys go. After repeated tumescence, they were sticky with pre-cum. God, this was the weirdest conglomeration of competing emotions Id ever felt. One moment I felt like jumping in my car and hitting the nightspots to look for them. I had no idea what Id do if I found them, however. Probably just watch them discreetly from a distance. Every once in a while a wave of anger and jealousy would roll over me, though, and Id fantasize about marching up and confronting them. Those feelings would slowly melt away.