”“No problem. My sister is waiting for you in the ‘Indian’ room. Jennifer is in the great room if you want to talk to her first.”“OK.”�...Hi, Steve,” Trish said.“Hi! Come on in. Abbie’s in the sunroom with the kids.”I shut the door and walked Jorge to the ‘Indian’ room. Jennifer greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They exchanged a few quiet words and then he went into the room, shutting the door behind him.“Think he’s safe?” I asked.Jennifer nodded, “She and I had a long talk. I guess. . ? I love your blog,” I felt myself redden slightly, a reaction I always tended to undergo whenever somebody recognised me from my online blog posts, “ Yes I am, how are you?” I offered him my hand which he shook vigourously, “ nice to meet you, this is my husband Simon,” the man shook my husband’s hand firmly,” I’m John. I cannot believe that it is actually you. I honestly thought you were not a real person, thought all your pics and sexy tales were just from a fake model type, but here you. The scene was a black man about 55 years of age with a young blonde girl about 20 having sex in what looked like the woods. She was on all fours and they were both naked and he was fucking her doggy style and when the camera zoomed in the sight of his black cock sliding between her very pale pretty smooth arse cheeks was the sexiest sight I have ever seen. His black wiry pubes rubbing against her bottom and his black balls slapping on her took my breath away. While all my mates were drooling. I'd always been bi-curious, but I was afraid to tell anyone, not even my closest friends, and especially no one in my fanatically religious family. For years I had to make do with girl on girl porn...but after a while it just left me feeling an intense craving to be touched by another woman, to the point where just watching porn wasn't getting me off anymore. I knew I had to explore my feelings one way or another...I ended up meeting a girl named Stephanie online, who was in the same boat I.