I went up to him and asked if I could sit next to him. His English was very bad, but he said OK. I sat next to him and I soon learned he was from Gh...na visiting for the first time and hoped to not have to go back. We made small talk for a few minutes and I worked up the nerve to ask how gay men were treated in Ghana. He stated they had a tough time and that there was a lot of hate crimes towards gays. I asked him if that was one of the reasons he wanted to be in the U.S. He said he just. "Can I get you something to drink, John?"I shook my head. "No thanks," I told her."Well then, what's on your mind, John? Is everything okay?" Mrs. Harmon asked as we sat down.I swallowed. This was not easy, but I'd known that it wouldn't be. It was the right thing to do, so I took a deep breath and ventured on. "I would like your permission to have Missy sleep at my house tonight."I expected an explosion, and had prepared myself for anger and dismissal. I had even spent some time preparing a. I waited for his request to continue; my nipples hard against his chest; my hands holding his head as I kissed him deeply. Then I felt his body told me to continue…As I bounced slowly back and forth onto my hubby’s cock, I leaned on him and started to describe my wild night out.We were at the bar with guys inviting drinks and flirting with us. After a while someone suggested that we could move the party to his house. My girlfriends were all for it and I thought sure why not, I was sure I could. As we sat down I said, “I hadn’t seen you much this week. I wanted to see how you were doing.”“You wanted to see me?” She blushed then her face turned serious. “Why?”“Because I had fun visiting with you the week before school started. That and I kind of missed spending time with you.” I told her.The smile I loved so much returned to her face as she replied, “Sorry. It’s just that my first week of school I like to keep to myself. It helps me focus.”“So would you like to hang out or do something.