"Double-double and a cruller, please. For here."As the lady took his money, behind her another employee rapidly filled a ceramic mug with coffee and a...ded a double helping of creme and sugar. A third lady grabbed the wagon-wheel-shaped cruller doughnut and placed it on a ceramic plate that matched the mug. All the while Whitefeather continued to cogitate frantically.As he sat down at a convenient table, he happened to glance at a brown brick building across the street. The parking lot was. We spoke casually, but nothing about massage or sex, which kept the pleasure factor up for me. Nish is not a hunk. He is 5.4, good looking decent guy; kind and chivalrous.I do not value body build that much, but I always want the connection to happen. I am very choosy. Over the drinks and some snacks, we spoke casually about different things to see how we click further. We did, that’s when I said, let’s go home, Nish.He had come prepared and few other things I had at home, no further shopping. Fucking my own wife was actually fun with her passed out. I rolled her on her side, bent her legs, and fucked her tight asshole. God I loved it.In the morning my wife asked what had happened at the party. I told her that she had a great time, that she danced with most of the men, and that she kept disappearing throughout the night. Then I finally took her home.She gave it some thought and I noticed her favoring her ass but she never said a thing about it.On Monday at work Pamela asked me how. It is much better to end this way than if we become attached first." She left with a defeated feeling and I was happy that I did not make any more personal ties to complicate my life.The next morning dad and I prepared for an early start and the men and women coming out of the village went right to work on the well and dad just took out some paper and drew the plans for the completion of the project. Chiamaka walked with us to our car. He saw us off with many thanks for saving the woman and.