Leaning back, she spread her legs and allowed a hand to drift down across her belly and between her legs. An intense wave of pure pleasure washed over...her face as her fingers caressed her vaginal folds, and then began to move slowly in and out.I put the binoculars down and slowly eased away from my window. I couldn’t afford to be caught looking in anyone’s window much less a woman committing an act as personal as Irene was doing. I went to my bathroom and jerked off, as any red-blooded American. ..?" Mike is my bodyguard mother. He's here to make sure that the old manstays on his side of the table." I see." I don't think you do mother. You let that old man bully you intodoing what he wanted, and you didn't bother to even ask me what wasgoing on, or why! Being a skinny geek in school was bad enough, butyou, you just stood there every time he tried to beat what I wasfeeling out of me, after getting caught just once, and you told himall about it, with all of the glorious detail didn't. I discovered I loved middle eastern men, their jetblack hair, their hairy bodies and their skin which seemed so dark besidemy white Irish skin. And so I decided I would like more and I resolved tolook for a black man. I think I just relished strong differences between meand the men I saw; I liked polarities - their ultra masculinity against myultra femininity, their dominance against my submission... So the greatestpossible disparity in skin colour was an aspect of this.I looked for ads online. When Peter came on I told him, make sure my husband has an extra few pints, I'll make him a big dinner, that should put him napping for an hour or two, I want your fucking cock, and I need him asleep, the reply I got was, consider it done you fucking horny bitch, I didn't wait around, I got straight on with the dinner, a glass of wine didn't go astray either, I didn't go to too much bother dressing up for it, so I just wore a skirt, bra, ant top, no panties of course, I wanted to be able to get.