I have been married for 10yrs , and have been with lot of other men over the 10yrs. i have worked as a secitary all my working life. have been naughty...with a few men i have worked with, have had office sex , on my desk , and couch in my office, but have never even though of fucking a black guy, in SA that is just not done, my hubby works away from home so i am alone most of the time which give me so much time to do as i want. that leads to been naughty, chatting on cyber sites that really get. Now he looks happy. He’s at that base we went to.”“He’s an instructor there,” I said. “He must have just done a demonstration.”“That’s just the freakiest shit I’ve ever heard of,” sighed Melody.I told her about photographs, and how we didn’t know why some had colors in them and some didn’t. I told her my theory about printers and cameras.“We can check that,” she said. “We’ll take our own pictures.”“We’d need to get a variety of cameras,” I said.“Why? We can start by just using a phone,” she. Since Chris hadn't told her why he had asked her to pop over, she was astounded when both Chris and Shahia answered the door."Does this mean that I'm going to find out the big secret?" she asked in an excited tone as she walked in."Do you remember the thing about the knife, Lisa?" Chris asked her.She nodded."Well, why do you want to know? Do you really want to help?"Chastened, Lisa nodded. "Yes, I promise to help. You're a good friend; I've known you a long time. If you're sure, then I'm pretty. “You mean the heat?” “Yeah, the heat—between us,” he adds. His gaze sweeps over me just once, but it has enough of an impact that it leaves me feeling naked. The conversation feels all wrong to be having out here in the open, but there isn’t really anywhere appropriate to talk about whatever it is the two of us have going on. Up until now we’ve only shared glances and lingering touches; neither of us has brought the subject up in conversation. Now it’s out there, we’ll never be able to.