He could still feel the softness of her caress. The way her hair felt in his fingers as it lay upon his chest. Plus, he remembered the fire that ignit...d in her deep green eyes, when she was aroused. He could not get out of his mind, that special way she had of waking him up in the morning, with her lips on his dick. Not a night passed, when she was not there, in his dreams. There were times he'd awaken in the middle of the night, and know she'd been there, even though she was hundreds of miles. I quickly packed my stuff up and was almost at the door when I heard a yell. "Hey teach, what you doing?" Max's voice was slightly muffled by the falling water. "I... I've got to go Max, I'm sorry I just got a text-" He cut me off. "Okay that's fine but just before you go, be a good boy and grab a towel for me. They're in closet right outside the bathroom." I don't really know why I didn't just walk out the door. Maybe I figured if I just did this, I could leave with no awkward strings. I came home one day to a very excited wife saying she had met the nicest young black lady living across the street. I was glad she had found someone she could hang with so I didn't thank anything about it at all. As the days passed she and her new friend spent more and more time together she kept saying how nice they were. Then I came home to realize that I knew this guy her freinds husband. I didn't tell my wife that this was the same guy who made a game out of seeing how meany young white. Thrusting his pelvis, Christie shifts to render his movement useless. She smiles coyly and says, “You may be my boss, but when you are in this position, I'm running this show, Mister.” “Well if your going to run this show, let's run it. I need that hot cunt of yours! And, I need it now!” “ Patience, patience … I have matters well in hand,” she giggles as she rises up and bringst his cock to her entrance and then she sinks down, as Edward teases her clit. Christie's eyes close as she relishes.