The reason I do it is simple although not something most women would admit: I prefer fucking my Bull over fucking my husband.Hubby’s handsome, smart... funny, and a wonderful lover. But we’ve been together more than ten years. Sex with him is great but it just doesn’t carry the thrill I get from a deep dicking from a skilled big black cock. So when Marcus is present, he gets that privilege and I get the thrill and the satisfaction that comes with being faithful to one man, a man who is NOT my. Hint, hint." "No problem," I said, "Jen and I can whip something up."Colette grabbed her purse and a backpack and was out the door. Which just left Jen and I for the next, how many hours? 'I'm in trouble.' I thought.The rest of breakfast went pretty smoothly. We finished our cereal and sat around drinking coffee and talking about old times and all the fun we used to have together when I was a small child. Once the pot of coffee started tasting stale, we realized we'd been talking for almost 2. Her pain bothered me. I didn’t want to leave her in despair. ‘I know you can’t help me very much,’ she continued, ‘but can you wire me just a little? Fifty dollars? Oh, thank you!’ She sounded almost pathetically grateful. ‘I’ll pay you back as soon as I can. I’ve got a week before the landlord comes looking for the rent and that’ll buy me food and give me some gas money so I can find a job.’ I blanched. Dear God, she didn’t need to be working. She looked like she was due any day. She needed. It was late after all the clubs and bars had emptied..There were a lot of people around though.We walked hand in hand along the beach and made our way to the top, near where one might exit the beach again.We started kissing passionately and my hands started wandering up her vest and I started massaging her bra-less boobs.Then the other hand was up her skirt running a finger along her crack then over her thighs and onto the front of her panties.She moved her legs apart in the standing position.