I looked into her face, she was biting her lower lip. In those soulful brown eyes I could see both fear and lust, which I am certain was reflected in ...ine. I leaned forward, gently blowing on her slit. She shuddered in reply. I blow a little harder and moved in closer. I could smell her sex, her salt, her sweat. The combination made my head swim. I had been married more than twenty years and I was more than that many years older than she was. I was in decent shape then, able to stave off the. “Going around all day, hating everyone who’s not like you and wishin’ you could get away from ‘em all. Then you get an offer to move to Fuckin’ San Finzione! Better money, it goes farther, ya get to live in Super Vegas But Classier! All that and, best of all, your American understanding of the world tells you that Europe’s all white folk like yerself? Everything you ever hoped for! So, you jump on it, sell the car, sell the house, move your life here. Then when ya land, expecting Whiteopia, ya. ” We entered and let our eyes adjust to the darkened room illuminated by black lights. There were several people there; some dancing and others were half naked in lusty embraces. Soon a woman dressed in a witch’s costume came up to us and asked what we’d like to drink. I requested a strawberry daiquiri, and then giggled watching John’s portrayal. In his best Dracula voice he ordered, “I want a Bloody Mary!”We walked to the living room. Everyone was wearing a mask, and their costumes made. Her mind wandered back to how wonderful he had made her feel as he fucked her. And again, she hated herself for the fact she had ever let this happen, because she was so torn between the pleasure of it and the tremendous guilt of her infidelity to Matt.As she pushed the remote to unlock her car, she felt him behind her. She turned to see Marc, his lean and tightly defined chocolate brown body naked from the waist up, just visible in the light of the early morning. He wore plaid sleep pants that.