"At first, I thought the door had been opened remotely. It was only after my eyes traveled downward a good distance that the speaker came into view, b...t what a view! Raven black hair with hints of bronze and copper that fell straight to her waist, china doll face, eyes downcast - everything about this diminutive lady spoke of fragile delicacy, while her manner shouted docility. Despite its slenderness, there was nothing boyish about her figure. The traditional silk, chin-to-floor dress, rather. Once they arrived, I invited them in, and the first thing I did was to give them the grand tour of the place. I wasn't just showing off my new digs; I was showing them that I was living alone. They could see that the closets contained only my clothes, the bathrooms were bereft of feminine accouterments and throughout the house, there was no sign of occupancy by a woman. I was sure that information would make it back to their mother.They both told me how nice the condo was, although I assured. “Yes, and those of their demented ilk,” I snorted while drinking some more cognac that she offered me.“They all just need to get their dicks sucked in public. Where they can’t pretend that they’re not being sucked. And half of them by men, since probably half of them are secretly gay, oui?” Fleur winked at me as she proposed such a radical solution.“I can definitely picture the reaction to that image. At least half would be headed to divorce court, the other half to very changed marriages, in. Every time I think of you responding to a black guy fucking you like the girls in college did my dick gets rock hard and I need to beat off. Are you saying youve beat off before thinking of me fucking a black guy, since weve been married, I asked, now curious how long he has had that fantasy. Ever since we met honey, back in college, he answered. It was then we both realized we really didnt know much about each others fantasies and desires sexually. We got to talking about our sexual.