She agreed but told me she was not happy about it. I was overjoyed! I was thinking about what kind of man I wanted. I had never thought of a black man...until one day my neighbour Lawrence and I were chatting over the garden fence. My neighbour is a 47 year old stocky black man who was about 6'4! My wife is 5'1 & perite! my wife had come out to hang the washing up and I noticed that he was starring at her! At first I was annoyed but the more he looked the more I liked the idea! He was talking to. . .”As it continued to snow on Shruti and me in my hot tub, I started slowly pumping my big, stiff rod in and out of her warm, slick cunt. Before too much time passed, I heard Shailesh arrive back from the liquor store, and quietly shut his car door. “I’m going to get us a shot of whiskey, Shruti. Besides, I need to cool my love muscle down some, so I can prolong our pleasure. Be right back.”I gave Shailesh a quick ‘WAIT’ signal, to allow me to get a drink poured for Shruti. I came back, gave. The animosity at the time of our divorce had faded. We had become friends again, friends with many shared memories of a marriage between people who should never have been more than friends. I made myself some coffee and sat at the kitchen table looking at the envelope. I felt that it was important and that once I opened it there would be consequences. I had to mentally shake myself before I slit the envelope carefully. Inside there was a Valentine Card folded around a smaller sealed white. Discussions about weight rules, sail area and windsurfer sails. The Powers that Be were claiming that Tyche would have an advantage because she was so small. She was claiming that she would be at a disadvantage ... smaller body so less sail area. Were they going to open the race for all Farr’s? How many were in the area and was there an inspector and a judge. Would they hold the race here or in Pentwater? Would spinnakers be allowed? Would there be prizes or trophies.Tyche started kicking.