"You know you have to bring in what ever friends of yours Mistress may want?" Emma asked."Of course, I'd be happy to, if I ever get a chance to meet H...r," Linda said. "Who is Mistress?"Emma looked confused, "Mistress is... Mistress."The reply was eminently reasonable, Linda knew, even if it was a little mysterious. It was time to change the subject, "So why did you and your husband get divorced?" Well, we'd been having problems for a while," Emma shrugged, "money, that sort of stuff. He worked. Danni heard her give a small whine of protest but allow herself to be led away. Danni took the opportunity to stretch her body, working out the kinks and then sighed in contentment, resting her tired body. A couple of minutes later, she felt a small kiss on her earlobe and a voice she had come to associate with the "Pop goes the Weasel" hummer, whispered in her ear that she had a nice cold glass of water for Danni. She steered Danni's mouth to the glass and tilted it for Danni to drink;. I'd been thinking of Melinda the whole time as I'd watched those interracial cuckold porn videos, and trying to picture her pussy full of black cock, and equally full of their sperm---and I found that tremendously enjoyable! Also, there was something just as (strangely) thrilling in the thought that though I might date Melinda, I'd never get the chance to fuck her myself; and though such a thing was a negation of my role as a man in her life, I didn't care. In fact, the idea that I would never. ‘Morning’, I returned his salutation, as he came up to me, ‘You look even prettier without your company makeup’, he complimented. I laughed, ‘I’m just right out of my bed’, I retorted, I was feeling a little giddy and light headed, I was feeling dangerous and sexually high, ‘Want to have a coffee with me’, I asked him, what I really meant, was an illicit morning fuck over my kitchen top. ‘Sure he replied’, I could feel my heart pounding, ‘only if you stay as you are dressed’, he added, I.