“What about him?” Lacey asked sincerely. Allison: “Doesn’t he live here?”Lacey: “Yup. I guarantee that he wishes he was out here with us l...st night. Right now, he’s working.”“What does he do?” Allison inquired.“We, you and I, we don’t talk about work. We have jobs, they pay the bills.” Lacey responded. “How do you take your coffee? Cream and sugar?”Allison nodded her head, embarrassed again. At this point curiosity trumped embarrassment.Allison: “What do you mean ‘he wishes he was out here’?. Or maybe it was that she kissed me. No matter, it was no “thank you” goodnight kiss, it had lots of passion, lots of tongue, soft nibbling of lips… wow! But one of my hands was holding a wine glass and the other was more or less trapped between us. I was half crazy wanting to knead and caress that behind!After a while, we broke the kiss and I took a big gulp of the wine. “Wow,” I said as I put down the glass. I started to reach for her to kiss her again, this time. Melissa sighed and looked at Mark. Hank looked too numb struck to drive home. "We might as well stay the night here," Rachel suggested. Mark asked Teacher if there were any problems with that arrangement. There were none.Rachel told her son, "Please show Hank and I where we will sleep." Mark's heart went thump and stopped beating for a bit. His stomach had queasy thrills running through it. He scowled at his mother."You had best get used to it Mark," Rachel said in a firm voice. She looked at. Her husband had gone to Europe for some days; so assumed Helena had brought a lover to her marital bed.I came back home; enjoyed a delicious meal and I got to bed very early.Before midnight, I could not close my eyes, imagining Helena onto her bed, under a huge black guy pumping a huge black cock into her curvy body. Then I brought my favorite black dildo and I masturbated until I came crying and moaning like a bitch in heat. After another session, I just passed out…Next day I discovered Sunday.