Then, something I said, I upset Libby.I’m not exactly sure why I raised the subject — other than curiosity, I suppose. Anyway, I thought Libby and...I were close enough that we could tell or ask each other anything. There was something I’d been told, something that I’d always wondered about. You got it: black men's cocks. Were they really that much bigger? And, once you fucked a black man, was there no going back?So I asked Libby. I can only assume she thought it was too personal a question for. So now back to what happed last week.We had our annual audit at work and with our new computer system, it only took three days rather than the usual two weeks. With the extra time saved and the fact that I had a few days left over from last year's vacation that I hadn't used and will lose if I don't take it this month, I headed east and got a room for a few days at my little casino.On the morning of my second day, I had my usual vacation breakfast of steak and eggs with potatoes and a muffin.. .. rubbed off in a bad way in France. Trust me, I’m not happy about it in America, either. Nor are a lot of men, I venture to say,” I explained a bit further while enjoying Fleur’s favors.“So, only ‘liberal’ from the perspective of these clergymen, oui?” Fleur asked as she now focused her tongue on the head of my prick.“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. It was my first kiss. He moved his other hand inside my shirt and started to touch my nipples. He was rubbing my chest and it was making me hard. he: you werent waiting for you friend were you?me: umm... nohe: u wanna have some fun with me (He grabbed my hand and put it over his crotch)me: hmm... its my first timehe: dont worry ill make sure u enjoy it... wanna go to my place its nearby and much safer than thiswe both got up and walked a few miles towards his house. Surprisingly his house was.