Turning and kissing him once more she said breathily “Willy, I need you to get down on your knees and do something for me.” He obliged willingly w...ndering what new pleasure she would show him. Taking his head in her hands she looked into his upturned eyes and said “I need for you to tickle my clit with your tongue the way you were tickling it with your fingers.” At his look of confusion she parted the curly hair, pushing her hips forward to expose her swollen nub. As she pushed his head forward. Sheila’s leg stayed in contact with my cock and it was all I could do to keep from kissing her. When the song ended I walked her through the long alleyway and she stood on tiptoe to kiss my cheek, thanked me for a very nice evening and went into her room.I was sitting on my bed, stroking my cock, when I heard a click and the door to the adjoining room opened. Sheila came in and closed the door behind her. She saw what I was doing and smiled at me.Then she slipped her robe from her shoulders.. ..” he said.I started dying inside. I knew I’d messed up, telling him. Now he was getting ready to dump me. Married seven hours. Dumped.“Yes, Jay...”“Let me get this straight. You fell in love with me, us talking on the phone?”“Yes, Jay.”“You tried to figure out a way to be with me, so I’d figure out that I loved you, too?”“Yes, Jay.”“And then you took off with me on this trip, fully expecting us to end up as more than just friends?”“Yes, Jay. I...” I could feel a hot tear on my cheek.“And I’m. In the glow of the light fixture at the back of one of the buildings framing the alley, I could see him now as I got closer. He was Black. I do not simply mean that he was African-American, he was really Black–as in African ‘Black.’ ‘I just need a moment,’ the man said as he rose now to one knee, took a couple of deep, testing breaths, and then extended one hand, obviously seeking for my assistance to him. As I pulled, the man stood and looked in the direction in which his assailants had run..