..while I do love going to Titans games and the lake, my absolute favorite thing to do in the world involves black men. OMG, just making eye contact w...th one and exchanging knowing glances makes my tummy drop...leading to flirting, sending him messages with my body language and light/accidental contact LOL, just "happen" to rub my breast against his arm or my shoe-less foot up his leg "unintentionally" of course...playing each (black) guy differently: am I shy, never-been-with-a-black-guy Mandi. "My name is Jennifer," she said quietly. "Jennifer Ashley." She gave me another quick smile. "So you'll know who might be calling you for escort service." I watched her go the rest of the way to the front door. In my dreams...But she actually did call. It was the next night, right around 1:00, when I felt the cell vibrating. I pulled it out of my pocket and clicked it but said nothing; my phone manner is a little abrupt, but people who ordinarily call me know that."Uh ... Pete? Peter?" I. When she was finished with all the preparation, Patricia stood in front of the mirror. She was nervous now. The whole process had taken her mind off of how much she wanted to have sex with Daniel, but now, at the moment of trying, she was beginning to have second thoughts. He had left in such a hurry; she was worried he would completely reject her when she came to his door. Lifting her breasts up, the beautiful double Ds that she sported, she let them fall to their perky position. That was all. Fuck! It was like touching solid steel. I wondered if his bulge was that hard. Stop it!"Rescuing naked damsels is my specialty," he said, wrapping his large, dark hand around mine. "Call me if you need anything," he smiled, saying anything like it could be a broken cabinet hinge or a night of sexual bliss. I pulled my hand away and rushed out the door.What a night! My husband was still fucking his young slut of a co-worker and I was staring out my window, wondering whether I wanted to pull the.