"Also," Megan continued, "it also looks like you like the idea of ME fucking a black guy. Is THAT true?"I managed to say "Yes. I mean," and I paused, ...tanding there in front of her as I tried to find words that wouldn't bemisconstrued by her, but I couldn't find any; and so, there was really no other (honest) reply than to say "Yes. That's true."She looked up at me for a long moment, saying nothing, doing nothing, just setting there on the edge of our bed, with my lap top open. Then, letting. She felt wonderful. She opened her mouth, and her tongue attacked mine, with a passion I hadn’t felt since Susan and I were newlyweds.“I’m sorry, but you’re still married, and still love your wife. I shouldn’t do this,” she said emotionally, then suddenly pushed me away, and ran from the room in tears.My heart sank. I was miserable because neither Susan, nor Maria, wanted me. I was too busy wallowing in self-pity to get up and go to bed, so I fell asleep on the sofa, again. CHAPTER 6: TIME TO. We chose the biggest of the bedrooms, which was about twelve-by-twelve, and bought a king-size bed for it. We took the two twin beds out to the garage and wrapped them in plastic. We’d put them back when we moved out. We kept the two twins in each of the other two rooms but put new mattresses on them and had the mattress company cart away the stinky old ones. I’ve never seen so many body fluid stains on a mattress. Guys must have been coming on them for twenty years.The other really big. Donna and I had been in their showroom and chosen a fire.We went in the office to tidy up the paper work when the lady doing the job seemed to be flirting with me, even Donna smiled and winked at me. she was Vanessa, looked around 45, I later learned she was 52, slim but had a little tub hung over her jeans, nice average size tits and shoulder length brown hair.As we completed the sale she told us that someone would call up the day after for a survey to see if we need any work doing before the.