”Even though I was looking at the TV screen, I sensed Veronica was thinking. A few seconds later she shot back. “I get that. But what if it goes f...rther? What if Mr. Big Dick isn’t content to just be one part of your jigsaw, of your game? What if he wants the whole picture and what if Jill falls for him and wants more than just sex from him? Aren’t you running a huge risk, playing this game?”The pictures from the TV screen made it difficult to concentrate on answering. I’d explained the easy. My appetite for sex is around five days a week whereas my wife limits it to around thrice a week.We enjoy a very high quality of sex as we are aging our enjoyment is increasing and we are in this regard very much blessed. The story is about my mad servant Sheela and it is a very old experience when I was in my early thirty’s and a bachelor. Till than I had not yet enjoyed sex with anybody.My maid used to do all kind of domestic work cleaning house and cooking. Things were going on normally and. Every time it tastes different but it was always good. Sherika apologized after Jamal left saying they just got carried away. She hoped I wasn't offended. I said it was no big deal and didn't bring it up again. Privately though I couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to have a big black cock inside me pumping his cum deep in my womb. Sherika and I lived together for two years and I got to know her family as they would visit her throughout the years. Her brother came and visited several. A sensible solution, don't you think?" But I don't want to get married."Ben closed his eyes and sighed. He carefully folded his napkin and set it on the plate in front of him. "When will you start thinking about something other than yourself?" He stood and left the room.Gina took stacks of clothes out of the dresser drawers and put them into her suitcase. The doctor stood, leaning against the doorway."You've never been one to run away before, Gina. Can't we work this out?" There's nothing to.