Of course, it never came to that …until now. He wanted time with her alone before their libidos kicked in full force. He gathered her into his arms....“How long will I,” she couldn’t finish the question as she felt the bullet lodged in her pussy come back to life. Kenya glanced up at him inquisitively. “What is it, love?” “The bullet…but your hands?” She couldn’t read his expression, the mask doing its job of hiding all emotion from her questioning eyes. Looking around her, she noticed only. "This time it's Douglas Bingham," he said simply.She looked directly at him without reply. She seemed composed and certainly not distraught at her husband's discovery."So, what are you going to do, Bill?" I'm going to divorce you, Marion. You were given a second chance and you threw it away. There is no third strike." He was speaking in his typical controlled and even-tempered voice."You realize of course, that I will get half of everything and probably the children." It was now a more. But, I digress.As a single girl and living alone in an apartment in North Dallas about 1980, I would frequent certain disco clubs to dance. As I went dancing every week, usually on a Thursday night, I came to know the bouncer of one of the clubs, Tyrone. Yes, the old cliche name of a black man. Tyrone and I dated some and the sex was wonderful.If you noticed, I am very fair completed and I love the contrast in skin tones. There is something about seeing a dark cock part my labia and pump in. I judge that she's in her middle, maybe even her late twenties. Of mediumheight and build, she's attractive enough not to lack admirers, though I'dhesitate to describe her as pretty. Her jeans, in conjunction with her lackof make-up, imply that she doesn't have a steady boyfriend. And there are anumber of reasons to suspect that she may not enjoy the best ofrelationships with her parents."Hello," I reply, waving away the smoke drifting from her cigarette."Sorry about that. Filthy habit, I.