"I hope I don't get my knees dirty. I'd have a hard time explaining to my dad that I was giving you a blowjob." She used her tongue, lightly teasing m... helmet, and driving me crazy in the process. My knees were growing weak as she worked her magic on me. She may not have been a "person of magic," but you couldn't prove it by me right now. Looking up, the moonlight reflecting from her eyes, she oh so slowly took me into her mouth. She was able to get me halfway in without gagging. She moved up. It's kind of like reading "The Inquirer," a trashy magazine. I just want to know.Reading this shit is as bad as smoking, drinking, or even taking pot. It's addictive and ruining my life. My mind just doesn't seem to have the answers anymore. Fantasies, realities, truth, lies. I can't seem to get a grip. Are there other people like me out there? Are most marriages like mine? I wish I knew.Our marriage seemed pretty normal. Three kids, grown up now, house, two cars, lots of bills. Not enough time. Now, I date women of all races and I don’t limit myself at all in the dating game but I have a weakness for tall sisters from the African motherland. I’ve been seeing a lot of Haitian sisters with African guys lately. Haitian guys like myself either stick with our Haitian women or we date white women. Black women from other countries don’t seem to be too interested in us, though I’ve seen a couple of Haitian brothers with Jamaican women and Nigerian women. I got up to go to the washroom because. Her eyes seemed to tear up. Only Emma noticed the hurt in her eyes. She reckoned that this lady had a crush on Tim or even more. Emma felt sorry for her but she was the winner of the Tim Davis Award, not her. Though Emma pitied the woman, she would never give him up for anything.Tim had a prime rib dinner catered in for all twelve to enjoy. Emma had a small cut as well as another woman who preferred vegetables rather than meat.After the meal they started delegating authority to the best of the.