Then you were too pissed to come homeso you stayed with your friend; who was it again?" Marie eyed him overthe rim of her wineglass."Tim err Timothy;...he hates being called Tim, and he wasn't much of arugby man," David replied."So you just swapped stories about old girlfriends then?" Marie wasn'tas angry as David thought she would be but she wasn't about to let himoff easy either."No! I mean probably... but you know what it's like when old friendsget together who haven't seen each other for. Feel free to leave comments about improvements that can be made.when we first meet i do not say a word but with my guiding hand on your shoulder i direct you to go down on your knees. i position myself behind you reaching my hands down both side of your body i clutch the bottom of the sundress you are wearing and in one swift movement I pull it over your head exposing most of your body to me only a small pair of knickers cover you. as i walk to face you i immediately I reach down and twist your. I saw my wife sat on the bed wearing only a pair of sexy black French knickers. stood in front of her was a 6"4 black man with shoulder length black hair in dreadlocks, he was completely naked and his body was chiselled he was clearly a gym user and he was hung like nobody id ever seen before. I was by no means small in size but this mans cock was around 9.5" long and was as wide as a coke can. my heart sank I felt betrayed and angry and I wanted to storm in and throw them both out of the house. Why don’t you man up and take responsibility?”I knew what she was talking about, though Sophie probably thought it was something else entirely. “This is NOT the place to discuss it.”“Why not? She won’t tell anyone.”“It’s not secured.”“You could make it secured.”I shook my head. “There’s no point. I’m not likely to be invited back after this session.”“Oh, please. I’ve been talking to her about things that bother me, but I’ve never talked about you or why I’m with you. She wants to know why.”.