‘Now I have nowhere to live and no money to even get a place.’ ‘Don’t worry about it, Meg.’ She snorted and pulled out of his arms. ‘Easy ...or you to say, Zane. You didn’t have to scrimp and save for a month to afford this move.’ ‘I said, don’t worry about it.’ Zane leaned back and looked into her face. She was a few inches shorter than him and he didn’t have to bend far to meet her eyes. ‘You’ll come live with me.’ Meg laughed. ‘What? I can’t live with you.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Please, Zane. We. I tried to put it all out of my head. I watched as Jeremiah dressed and left the yard. Then I went to the shower and fingered myself until I got an intense orgasm, thinking about that giant black dick…The next days I kept thinking of Jeremiah and running into him, mostly on purpose. I wanted to him naked again. But my body wanted to feel him, my pussy wanted to feel him. My pussy wanted to feel that huge cock inside it. I had never had these thoughts and feeling before about any other man. I. " Again, no thank you, darling..." he told her with finality.Getting up, he took the sheaf of photographs from his wife's lap and went back into his study. He was irked by Evelyn's insistence that they start a swinging life together. Most men, he realized, would have jumped at the chance, but there was always that gnawing fear in the back of his mind that at the critical moment he might be impotent.Idly, he went to the window and looked out and down toward the Pearsons' bedroom window. It was. Then my hands would travel down over her navel and I would lean forward, pressing my lips to her neck which would cause her to lean to the side and let out a cute moan, almost like a ‘mew.’ The tip of my tongue would trace patterns across the taught skin and my fingers would slide lower until I feel the silky flesh of her sex, parting the lips to dip into the moist cavern of her womanhood. She turns to the side and presses her lips to my ear, her soaked hair dripping onto my shoulders and her.