I'd spent the last two weeks chatting with her on OF (on my nights off or when work got quiet). Her page was free to subscribe, with some paid content... I'd sent her a few small tips, but mostly she had been giving me free content.Often we would just chat about life, slowly getting to know each other. Sometimes it would get quite explicit. That was fun, and I would read over those conversations later while touching myself. Between that and all the sexy photos she kept sending, all my recent. The guy should at least have a fuck of a lifetime. Might be fun, actually." "Here's his email address, wanna do it?" Now, I'm not exactly a prim, librarian-type, I love sex and Dean and I do it in one form or another eight or ten times a week. Not bad for a thirty-four year old woman and a forty-two year old guy after, let's see, eleven years of marriage and two years before that. "You want me to have sex with this guy?" "But he needs you, hon. You're exactly the right woman for the job. We've. Well we start to jerk each other off and I am really putting in some work to get this guy to get hard and nothing is happening at the same time he is hardly doing anything to my cock which is half hard and wanting some action. So I am trying all ways to get him hard with jerking him off with my spit and also jerking both our cocks off together now at this time I am full hard and he is still soft and I am thinking whats wrong here this guy has a male partner and I have not been with a man in. ”She smiled and said, “I was named after my grandmother. She was named after her grandmother. That woman was named after her owner.”Her statement might have intimidated some, but John followed up with a question, “What did she do for her owner?”“She was freed before they put her to work. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Civil War,” she answered. There was a little tension in her voice.“Ah, she was most fortunate. Of course, the times after the Civil War were quite hard for most blacks. Their.