Then she starts talking about Angelique. How my stories used to turn her on. She briefly describes a fantasy where she’d invite this girl over and w...’d seduce her. All this while crawling on top of me, unzipping my tux trousers, forgetting just how delicate and tight her own cocktail dress is. What can I say, I’m fucking sold. EIGHTEENTH HOURSomehow, I’m not surprised that this girl is the spitting image of Angelique.“What kind of twisted, dark rabbit hole are you leading me down again, woman?”. She said, "Now open the package". He did. Inside it was a black dildo, a butt plug, a pair of black nylons, and a black thong. She said, "Now putt on the thong and nylon leggings for me". He asked, "May I first smell the thong"? She replied with a smile, "of course". He put them to his face and inhaled deeply, it was sweet and musty. She asked, "Well"? He said, "Mmm so good, it's driving me mad". She said, "I thought they would, I wore them and the thought of you wearing them and that. Holding your head in both of my hands I kissed you. You could feel the circumcised head of my cock against your stomach you started to lick and kiss my neck, my shoulders and chest. As you moved across my stomach you pushed me back slightly and I eased onto the island bench. You took my hard cock gently in your hand and started to pull on him, feeling what I liked you bent down and softly licked the head of my cock, working around the head and then gradually licking down the shaft while you. Something Marcelo couldn’t blame Pedro for. He often found himself in similar spots, thinking of Mariana in the same way.“So, I better check with her first.” Pedro suddenly felt a bit awkward when he realized that he had a full on erection from having thought of his wife and Raul.“Oh, yes of course.” Marcelo didn’t want to put his friend in an awkward position if his wife had a date with a black man.“Why don’t you swing by the office after you’ve talked to her,” Marcelo said, since he was.