Would you go out to dinner and a movie with me this coming Friday night? Please!He clicked 'send' and lay on his bet to listen to music for a while. A...d think: 'Well, what's the worst that could happen, ' Charlie mused. 'People could stare at me when we're having dinner? Mom's right about that, though. It's their problem, not mine. I'll just keep my eyes fixed on Tracy. That should be easy enough. What else? I might lose control and touch her where she doesn't want to be touched, earning me a. First: If we did this there would be no turning back and second: I probably would never go with a black man. I then asked if he had someone in mind. He said he had a friend, Whit, he had been talking to and asked if I would be willing to meet him. I said OK and the following Saturday we went to his house. As we sat talking Whit let his cock show from his shorts and when we left, I told my husband I had seen his cock and it looked good.Three days later we went back and I ended sucking his cock. “Go on to bed. I’ll have a cup of coffee and sleep in the chair.”“Don’t be stupid, Ari. Come to bed.” I turned toward her as her bra hit the floor. She shimmied out of her panties and pulled the covers back. She stood and faced me. In deference to the play, she’d dyed her hair red. Her bush was dark brown. Her breasts—I estimated them to be a little more than a handful, capped with dark, swollen nipples. “Well? Get undressed and come to bed. I want to be held. I’m a star.”What had I gotten. .’ With that she took my penis in her hand again and wiggled backwards all the time holding my penis steady, suddenly although I could see nothing I felt the head slip in somewhere warm. ‘That’s it, you’re in, now go slow but push all the way in’ she guided. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was not prepared for such a wonderful feeling – slippery, warm but most of all a feeling of snugness like a glove, almost as though this place had been made perfectly to fit my penis. As I pushed.