I received responses from most of the Black Men I wrote to. Some of the responses were very over the top, and I knew my wife would never go for them. ... also received a few extremely polite responses which indicated discretion on the part of this pool of Black Men. One in particular, Michael, stood out and seemed especially promising. He was not pushy, was intelligent, and he lived about an hour from us. He was close enough to do what I fantasized about but not too close to be suffocating. Over. She had just assumed that all the women had done the same thing she had done. She didn't know if having the facts changed anything or not. She remembered quite clearly when her own husband had taken her way past the line she'd set for them when they were courting. Then she concentrated on what Bobby had done with her. She couldn't think of a single thing he'd done that she hadn't asked him to do, or helped him do. Well, there was the fact that he'd undressed her. And, of course there was that. "Can you lean back for a moment?" I asked, taking another sip of wine, smiling."Why?" Please? Just for a moment? I need to check something."I liked the suspicion in her eyes. She stared at me and leaned back, one hand still holding a piece of crusty bread. Ah yes, there they were, small twins so widely spaced, so sexy and alluring. "Yes, still there. Beautiful. Thanks."A momentary look of confusion crossed her face and then, as if clarity hit, she looked down at her chest, looked back up at me,. Me kitni bar jhad chuki thi, phir unone mujhse kaha ki ab mujhse bardasht nhi ro rha hai pls meri chut ko chod do, maine doggy style me khade rahne ko kaha wo doggy style me khadi ho gayi, mai piche jakar , apna lund unki choot par setkar ek dhakka lagaya to aunty chik padi, Are ye toh tumara lund kitana mota hai, tumare uncle ke lund se kam se kam 3 guna hai, maine bola aunty aap dhekhte jao mai tume aaj swarg ki shair free me hi kara dunga, toh aunty hasane lagi, aur kahane lagi aaj meri.