The odds were decent that I’d get pregnant. And I was almost certain to have picked up something in that love nest. But the bigger deal was that I w...uld keep doing this. As long as men had this clicker, I would spread my legs anytime to anyone. And a few more times and I wasn’t going to care so much about it. I was going to be a whore in no time. Monday, I had an appointment with Linda. She’d help me sort all this out. Linda’s practice was booming – it seemed sometimes like most of the women in. With her other hand she pulled the loose skin back onto his cock and watched as the slightly darkish head of his cock appeared. It was almost pointed, with his piss hole situated at the top of the glans, much like her husbands. The only difference was the color. The cock in her hand was just a black as the man himself. The difference between her white hand and his black cock startled her, as well as amazed her at the same time.The texture of Jessie's cock was also different from Carl's.. Even with that, I set the speed a shade over the limit. I have an agenda! Halfway there, he calls me. “Where are you?” I’m almost there, why, do you want me to turn around and go home???” I would have to hurt him, if that is what he’s suggesting! He tells me, “No”, so I tell him I will be there very soon and let him go. I know this is not going to be one of our full nights of passion. Instead, it will be one of the nights of hard, fast fucking! Though my favorites are those that take. He doesn’t know it, but sometimes when he’s telling a long story, I half listen and just admire his voice. He picks on my New England accent, but all I know is his voice is wicked sexy, whether he agrees that “wicked” is an adverb or not. The phone rings, and I take a deep breath before answering. Mike! Hi! Well, that was sophisticated. Keep squeaking, Aly. Hey there, gorgeous. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Why was I suddenly blushing and well, let’s be honest, wet between my legs? My brain wasn’t.