I remembered that a couple we know had mentioned having a guy over to do a massage once because they were both too busy with work and having young k**... to be able to go to a parlour during the day. It came up over dinner with them after copious wine. The wife made a joke about it and the husband kind of brushed over it and moved the conversation on.I rang the husband to get the details of the masseuse, to check if he did remedial and to ask if he was any good. He said the guy was flexible,. Thank you for understanding and supporting this need to write, for laughing and crying at the right places, for letting me know when things fall flat or get confusing, for convincing me to not use the N-word even in that one context, and for dealing with me getting up at 3 AM every morning to write.I know that most stories here on SOL don’t have an afterword, but I’m that type of person who likes to share the HOW as much as the WHAT of what I make. I’d like to share a few thoughts with you.. He fucked her in just any position that can be imagined. He positioned her on her back and took her. He positioned her on her hands and knees and took her from behind. He positioned her on top of him and took her. He sat her on his lap and took her. He bent her over one the captain chairs and took her. He laid her on the bench seat and took her. Yes, the nigger took the hot, sexy, beautiful, prim, proper, and perfect white suburban housewife over and over again. And each time he took her she. ”“Yes! I’m a drunk slut riding your dick. I’ve been thinking about this all night.”“Is that so?”“I have, I really have. Both my holes are filled. This is so hot!”I used my thumb on Alex’s clit. Her pussy tightened around me.“I’m cumming!”Alex came and fell into my chest.“You done, Alex?”“No, no way. I want to feel you creampie me.”“Good.”One hand rested on Alex’s hips. The other had a solid grip on her neck. I increased my pace and shoved my cock as far as I could inside Alex’s wet cunt.“Ohhhh.