Take off the damn towel!"Ok, that came out a little harshly, I thought. Not wanting to argue and being his guest, I let out a Geez and pulled the towe... back showing him my semi hard dick that was getting harder after his outburst."I knew it, I can spot you black cock loving white boys a mile away. Don't be embarrassed, you are not alone. However, you may have learned something about yourself." He smiled."C'mon, Terence" I try to play it off, "This is because I'm sitting here naked with a towel. I guess he thought he was untouchable. I would show him the error of that thought.I told Mary that I needed to leave, and that I would be back to pick her up. I gave her my cell phone number. I told Mary that I would take her stuff with me and when I picked her up I would give it to her. She called me close and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said thank you.As I was leaving I stopped and talked to the police that were out in the waiting area. As Mary was not going to name the guy, I told them. The sex was great and frequent. But even when we weren't having sex, I just liked hanging out with her, going to movies, walking in the park, going out to restaurants. Well, to be honest, our sex life spilled over to these spaces too: a blow job in the theater, a quickie beneath the picnic blanket at the park, and so forth. Like I said, Shriya was adventurous. So this is a story about my 27th birthday, and probably most of you will already guess where this is going (spoiler alert: You're. Just like I love your arms. You should show the world." "There's a minister here," Bradley replied. "Plus assorted grandparents, and children. Let's just keep my cock between us." "That sounds good, too," Trina said with a laugh. And then the music changed to a fast number, Trina and Bradley separating to dance to it. The decreased contact and increased exertion soon had Bradley's tumescence in retreat. But watching Bradley move around the dance floor was just making Trina even hotter, and her.