You’re basically letting Tasha know that you can’t accept her terms.”“I think that makes the most sense.”“And has the most potential to ke...p your options open. But promise me one thing, Mike.”“What?”“Whoever you end up with understands our relationship.”“I promise. Angie obviously knows, and I’ve talked to Tasha. We’ll see what happens with Maggie.”“When will she be there?”“For lunch. I have time to call Tasha before then.”“Call me if you need anything, Petrovich. I miss you and love you.”“I. The black guy was staring at me.He smiled, asking me if I was seeing anything I liked…Absolutely lost in my lust, I walked straight up to this black stranger and touched his muscular bare chest, sliding down my hands until I reached out the base of his still flaccid cock.I gasped feeling how thick it was; I moved my hands away, but the black giant grabbed me by the waist, whispering into my ear, what did I think we could do with that…Looking at him in the eyes, I slowed again my hands to feel. Dinner had been lovely, as he had insisted on cooking, and the taste of butter and lobster still clung to her lightly tinted lips. Sighing and walking into the cascade of water, the young woman leaned backwards and let the water massage her skin and wet her thick, red locks. Long fingers worked dexterously through the wavy tangles, parting the locks of her hair before reaching for the shampoo bottle on the ledge and squirting some of the coconut-scented liquid onto her hand. Massaging it. I got going again, good strong half strokes. Then I slammed it to her hard and fast. I reach under and start rubbing her clit. She went into overdrive, groaning and mouthing the word fuck again and again. I was more than ready, the next minute I'm pumping Nora full of my hot load of cum. She went limp as I gave a couple of last thrusts and slipped out of her spent. Not as spent as Nora however. She was totally out of it. Limp as a dish rag. She had passed out. The Big "O", as the french say La.