Cheryl had transformed herself into a living, breathing replica of a, well, a slut. I couldn't think of another word to describe her. Even her smile h...d a wicked quality to it, kind of crooked on one side, almost a sneer. I guess the only other thing I could think of was streetwise. She gave off the aura of a streetwalker. I was about to find out how far she really wanted to go. I took her into my arms, but instead of the sweet, gentle kisses I usually gave her, I dove right in and kissed her. I typed while horny. I researched while horny. I did laundry while horny—and pictured you taking me on top of the washer! Mmmmmmmmmmm!At that point, I gave up and gave in, moved outside to the deck, carrying a blanket, and acted out all my fantasies of you & me in my mind while touching myself—out in the open. I mused about your having that telescope we chat about that would allow you to watch from so far away, and it just got more intense.After cummin multiple times, my whole body. “I will be here in a minute” I said as I motioned for the black man to go in the bathroom.When we were in I said “Strip off” as he took his shirt off and then his trousers I could see he had a large cock, at least it was nine inch long and had a nice girth. I put down on my knees and grabbed his magnificent black piece, as I said: “Just testing”.Then I put it inside my mouth as far as I could reach and sucked it until it got really hard and giant…I smiled. “Now go in there and lick my little. “Date!” she says, laughing.“Friends spending time with each other,” I countered, almost in self-defense. I was trying hard NOT to think of it that way. Age. Me at forty, Lena at eighteen. Personality. Me, set in my ways, Lena, bright, looking into the future. Okay, Jay, you’re just being helpful. It’s okay to like the girl.Really like the girl.But know you’re looking at ephemera, subject to be as long-lived as the rainbow colors of a soap bubble on a summer zephyr. I knew that a big part of it.