I was more than just hooked; I was becoming a sexual junky firmly tied to the internet. Before long it looked as if I was having one affair after anot...er with many different women. Oddly enough, if one can believe any of what is said online, most were married. While it seemed as if we were plotting to have real time affairs nothing of the sort ever even came close to taking place.To cut to the meat of the matter I found myself so firmly embroiled even the phone was not considered off limits. To. Only, obviously now, but for that one moment in time, she’d never be his slut and whore again. As excited by sexually experiencing her then, he was saddened by the loss of her now. ‘Emma. Where are you?’ The only memory he had of her was his first time he saw her and the first time, the only time, he was with her. The best memories he had of her was not the sex but seeing her in the distance walking on the beach. She was wearing a blue bikini. The color of her bikini complimented her blue black. I finally blurted out that we could go to my cabin, as I was cruising alone.Once inside, we quickly undressed. He was stunning naked: great muscle tone, tight ass, a shiny dark skin and, of course, his huge black cock. We lay on the bed and started to fondle each other. He began to kiss my body and worked his way to my wet labia. He teased, licked it and finally shoved his tongue deep inside of my tight vagina."Stop, please… stop. You are making me cum so soon…” I cried.He paused, telling me he. We lay on the bed and continued to touch and stroke each other. The touches were beginning to get me aroused again as I began to move my tongue across Steve’s body. As I neared his stomach, I could tell his cock was coming back to life. I continued down, running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. His hips were slowly grinding toward my mouth. I pushed my mouth over his cock. I grabbed his balls, gently massaging them while I sucked his cock. My tongue traveled up and down his.