All weekend long once you’re back visiting your parents, you send me little suggestive texts. Sometimes you send them loving: ‘Missing you my sex... stud of a man. I love you so much and can’t wait to feel your body pressed against mine as we kiss’, ‘Where’s my lover? I’m aching to feel your lips against mine, your hands caressing my body, working me up into a frenzy for you’, ‘The sun’s shining and I’m in my bikini thinking of us having a private garden where you could come and take advantage. My ego is crushed now and for some reason it get’s me excited sexually. I get hard every time I see a white woman with a black man. I’ve given in to my inferiority to black men by kneeling before them and gratifying them orally. What has come of me? Every white man has been completely defeated because of the simple fact that black men have bigger dicks than white men. I have seen quite enough evidence to know this is true and I am too weak to fight it and remain in denial. I am faced with an. They seemed to look at it like it was a normal everyday thing and weren't too into watching. She stopped kissing me leaned her head back to face me better and told me to not worry about anything as she slipped her hand down the front of my jeans. I shivered at her touching my wet clit as she started to play with it. I leaned back in to continue to kiss her. I started getting into it and started to play with her D-Cup breasts which seemed to spur her on harder with my clit. I started to go under. However...”“Oh-oh!” Smack I got a slap on the shoulder.“It just doesn’t feel right cuddling like this without Erin.”“Lover, we have cuddled alone before when Erin was at work. How is this so different?”“Erin is not at work. She is in the hospital. When she is at work we cuddle until she gets home and then fuck our brains out. She won’t be home tonight, again. I feel like I am cheating on her.”I didn’t say anything for the longest time. Then I held Lynn tighter and kissed her wonderful bald.