"It's probably nothing," Matt responded. "You think he's cheating on me," I asked Matt point blank. "I don't know. I'm just saying keep your eyes open..." Matt said. "You're a decent person and I don't want to see you get hurt," Matt continued. That was the first really sincere thing he's said to me - outside of when we were having sex. We said our goodbyes, which ended with Matt giving me a serious tongue kiss before heading out the door. It was only recently that he started kissing me at all,. No scars or marks of damage from falls as a child or surgery. Her breasts were maybe B cup sized and gravity had, so far, had little effect on their perkiness. The nipples were hard and pointed towards me, looking slightly swollen. Her belly was mostly flat and evidenced that she had spent many hours in a gym making sure she was looking good. At the base of her belly she was hairless. Shaved or lazered or waxed I didn’t know or care. A tiny gold ring showed right where her clitoral hood could. Each step had to becarefully placed to avoid twisting an ankle with the spiky four-inchstilettos. She paused at the elevators. The elevators were so slow, andshe only had two floors to ascend. However, these spikes on her feetwere enough to deter her from considering the stairs. She put one handout to steady herself as she reached down to massage her right ankle.The rock on the sidewalk earlier had strained her ankle a bit. Shehated the inconveniences caused by the high-heeled shoes.She had to. That lasted maybe fifteen minutes. Since I was still hard, I wanted my wife in the worst way. We went into a back room, but I didn't close the door in case others wanted to join us. Lora was in front of me giving me a blow job when a young black guy walked in the room. He never said a word, pulled down his pants and started fucking Lora. He stopped after a couple of minutes, then re-entered her. He said it was his fantasy to fuck a white woman in the ass, preferably a blond. Well, he got his.