As Jack looked down at Gail, she raised her head to look up at him. Jack’s cock was only inches away from Gail lips, when he said, “This has gott...n me a little excited, can you help me out a little. I mean after all, you already took care of yourself!” Gail, feeling more like a cheap whore than a wife, lowered her eyes, leaned forward and opened her mouth, to take the head of Jack’s cock into her mouth. Jack let out a moan and said, “That’s my cunt eater, that’s my girl.” This just added. She only truly relaxed when she stopped in front of the gas pump, though. Knowing she couldn’t leave it in the trunk, she put the plastic gas can she’d just purchased down next to the pump and left it there when she drove away. Her secret safe, she only had to live with her already nagging conscience. Gene didn’t make that any easier, because he was obviously nervous. Up until a week earlier, he’d made at least one smug remark a day about the law of averages and her track record of running out. If the right one comes along, cool. If not, fuck you, women of the world. Or not. Whatever. Anyhow, I went to the movies solo about a month ago and something…different, sort of happened. I was going to see the movie The Dictator and since my buddies were away at work, I went to see it by myself. While I stood in line to get my ticket, I saw this fine-looking young Black woman with a tall, curvy figure and long hair looking at me. Ever the gentleman, I offered her to get in line in front of me.. I frantically struggled to save face, but as she shifted to keep her position, she obviously noticed. Her smile turned to a complex look.I expected her to jump off me in anger, but instead, she just loosened her grip on my hands. I quit struggling and felt my face grow beet red.“My, my,” Jennifer said and sat up straight, the weight of her now completely on my waist and crotch.“I’m really sorry,” I began.“Don’t be,” she said and smiled, “That’s a great compliment.”“Thanks,” I responded, still.