"Coffee Laura? Or I can make tea?" Coffee will be fine, thank you, Jeff." I sat down on one of the sofas.It wasn't long before two cups of coffee were...made, and Jeff sat down on the same sofa, but some distance from me. He came straight to the point."So an interesting week last week Laura?"I carefully chose my words, "It wasn't what I was expecting, I must say." It certainly sounded very enjoyable. A classic toyboy situation." Oh dear, I did realise that you had your suspicions, you must have. White men didn’t come to this part of town, and the only white women here were either working whores, or women addicted to black cock. We pulled into a garbage strewn parking lot of a porn store/adult arcade. When we entered, all conversation stopped. I was the only white woman in the bookstore, and my tits were still exposed, plus Charles led me in like a bitch on a leash. There were a smattering of black men, ranging from men in their 20s all the way up to their 60s. The black man. "And yet I still have feelings for your father and want him back. What is the matter with me, Michael?"He laughed bitterly. "I'm not your husband. You need a husband, even if he's a fuck up and put you through hell. The question is, can you trust him not to do the same to you again? Does he know you're considering this? Taking him back?"Rachel sighed. "He swears he doesn't want to rush me into anything. Or push me into anything. He agrees I was right to kick him out and file for the divorce. He. I started pumping his cock, pulling the foreskin all the way back and forwards again as his breathing got heavier. Then he said...“Would you mind if I helped you out?” nodding towards my pussy.“errm, no, go ahead”He reached inside my trousers and found my pussy lips straight away, slipping a couple of fingers into my soggy hole. I gasped.For the next few minutes, there we were sitting on a bench masturbating each other, our breathing getting more and more ragged. All this time we were sitting.