” And I step into the room. I look at your husband, “Okay?” You see him nod yes out of the corner of your eye — since your eyes are on me.H... keeps fucking you, slowly. And I take my clothes off slowly while watching. His body looks great over yours, yours looks great under him. Then I kneel above your head and slide my cock over your forehead, and over your cheeks, not allowing it to get near your lips. Then I smack my cock down on your forehead, then on your cheeks, and you feel it grow. Rob was about 6 ft, kinda thin, and a shaved head. I got her a beer, and got right to the point..." what do want? and what do you expect out of all this, Jane? "She looked across the table at me and said she wanted to see her husband suck a cock. That she wanted to see him have sex with another guy, or two, and she'd been waiting for that for a long time. She told me not to worry, that she had no plans to tell my wife whether we did it or not, but this was something she had wanted for a long. ”“Yeah, I had heard that too. So yes, that is all the black guys got.”“Fancy a ride? You won’t see much, but I would prefer to have you along for any questions.”“Sure ... uh, clothes?”I had something - a painter’s outfit complete with large hat. As long as she could not see it, she was okay. I explained the vehicle was a small extended-cab pickup and that she would be locked in the tiny back seat where she could not be seen easily. If cops stopped us the goggles were for an eye injury and she. But she did not understand. So i had to tell her on her face that don’t fall in love with me. I will not love u nor i will marry u. She was ok with that. She was also ditched by her bf which i came to know during this time. I tried my level best to recover from this depression and tried different things like visiting temples, orphanages, old age homes, helping others, movies,etc. but could not recover. Suddenly one day i got a thought that why not i do something that would help me. I thought.