“I want you to cum and I don’t want you to be quiet. Make sure everyone out tonight will know you are getting fucked to the max,” I told her.All...Sally could do was nod her head in understanding as she was so close, she could not make sensible words at that moment.I could also feel I was getting close as well and just smiled knowing I was going to fill my white, married slut with another load of black goo. I am continually amazed at how much white women enjoy fucking black men. At this moment. " I said as I climbed off of him. "I'm going to bed. I really feel tired."As I entered the bathroom on my way to my own room I wasn't sure if I heard Jacques smack his lips. I could have sworn it sounded as if he was sucking his fingers, but I was too wiped out to care and, on crawling into my bed, quickly fell asleep.Jacques was out of the house early the next morning and we had no opportunity to privately talk. I was apprehensive about what he was thinking and going to say about what had. I just have a bad feeling about him."JC gave me another one of those searching looks because, during the war when I had those feelings, they were right more often than wrong. His answer acknowledged that, "I think you are wrong this time Jeb." After giving me a thoughtful look he continued, "Are you sure your feelings are not jealousy because Grenville is sparking Rachael?"I sat back in my chair stunned that JC could think such a thing. Of course, I just finished all but accusing him of being. Uh — oh. It was already after eight thirty! Stan was late. Time to move.Stan ruthlessly suppressed all thought of Anne for a while as he frantically got ready for work. In any event, he needn't have worried. Bob had left a message with Elaine that he was going to be late too — one of his daughters had had a minor but messy accident and had needed to go to hospital. As Stan entered his office he knew he'd have to stand in for Bob, doing a lot of his work this morning. So it proved, and Stan was.