I swear to god folks it was not there before."Is everything ok miss?" I then hear one of the guys from behind the barsay to me as I just look up at hi... in confusion and smile."Oh yeah mate, everything is fucking great!!!" I reply as he just looksat me and takes the empty glass from my table."Would you like another drink miss?" He then asks me as I find myselfreaching for my handbag that has just materialized under the table out ofnowhere.I then find my smokes and pull one out. Jesus christ I. Please, please say I can stay with you.’ I was not quite certain what she meant by this, and I am not sure she knew either. I waved my left hand in front of her so she could see the wedding ring. ‘Oh, I know,’ she said sadly. ‘You needn’t rub it in. I know it’s just a silly dream but [another huge sigh] it would be so wonderful if I could be with you always. It’s all I’ve been thinking of. At least,’ she concluded, with an air of resigned acceptance of reality, ‘at least say that I can see you. I sleep too, like a baby. The next morning he had me blow his wood. I knew that’s what I would want, so I just let him keep his eyes closed and I got near the end of the bed. I used both hands to get his balls all massaged and firm before lowering my head over this dick that is driving me to Californina. I went slow, I listened to him mown and writhe with my sucking. Licking his ball really made me understand what it felt like to be a girl, his girl. But he told me he was going to. Subtle comments from her made me think that she was baiting me about my fantasy. This brings me to the present. A month ago, my wife (Dana) told me that her good friend Teri, from high school was dating a black man. I didn't visibly react, and it didn't go any further. A few weeks ago, Dana and Teri went out shopping for dresses for their 20 year High School reunion. Dana and Teri talked about normal stuff, and eventually got to discussing Teri's sex life with her new black boyfriend. Turns out.