He was a dirty little fucker.Yet breaking up with him had almost killed me. As a man, despite his failings, he had been a good friend and supportive p...rtner up to a point. As a lover he was amazing. He seemed to have a second sight when knowing how to turn me on. I had let him put his fingers deep in my arse and stretch me, it had hurt like nothing I'd ever done before but after that he could fuck me there whenever he felt like it. I always came hard when he was doing that. He liked to take me. I sat next to Jamal in a booth and began to talk. As the evening went on Jamal kept inching a little closer and eventually touched my leg. I didn't respond I just let him keep it there. After a while I put my hand down on top of his and moved it closer to my cunt and he was soon rubbing it and I was getting wet.We went dancing next and Jamal asked me why I let him touch me. I told him well I really don't know acting like I had never been with a black before. He said I felt nice and I said it. Clearly theywere both taken with each other so much so that it was almostembarrassing to be there at such a private moment."I think you were next, Paul," I suggested to him handing him the dice. It wasn't that I was afraid so much as I was excited. I wanted to seehow Paul might be helped to become something better than he already was.I was anxious to see the game's quirks once more before subjectingmyself to its whims.Paul was clearly anxious after the two gifts to his brother and sisterin. " There's one group of guys that runs that pace. Stop by the Track Shack running store, so they can put you in contact with that group, and get you registered for the race."I thanked him, and went back to my normal pace. I went past my planned ten, and ended up running fifteen miles before I went home. I looked up the Track Shack, and went over to check it out. I met one of the guys that worked there, and told him that some runners had sent me over to find out about a running group, and to.