I sat in front of the mirror and did my makeup just a little blusher to give me a healthy glow, eyeliner and mascara. I did apply a smear of lipstick ...o give my lips a shine.I looked in the mirror I was used to seeing this face staring back at me, but what was going to happen tonight was all going to be new. I dried my hair and then curled it as I was going to leave it down I put my silver headband on to keep it out of my face. It also left a little fringe of hair, which I though looked very. My legs scissored open again almost of their own volition and I raced one hand to cup my virtually hairless pussy. Fingertips sought my clit, re-energising it as I convulsed beneath my ministrations.Heat flushed once more, the surface of my skin crackling, my fiery clit the epicentre beneath my fingers. My other hand joined in, digits diving deep inside my parted labia, coated in sticky molten lava when they resurfaced.In the most lewd display imaginable, I raised my hand, outstretched. But there was one guy who I remember the most, three straight days of being fucked by a big black bull of a guy.Cliff I met when I got an e-mail from him answering one of my ads asking specifically for black cock. He explained he was on a ship that was making port at 6PM there on the base. He wanted to know if I wanted to pick him up and go to my place and fuck. Of course I said yes. So at 6PM, I drove a short distance and picked up the biggest black guy I had ever met, who was going to fuck. With that there were no more messages in that conversation. The last conversation was from Scotto and he was clearly more risqué and forward than Martin. Scotto: Hey baby. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and your tits all day. I would suck them into tomorrow. Jane: They would like that, but I’m afraid I’m still married, just like I was last night. Scotto: Married women are my specialty. They are always so horny and kinky. Jane: No comment, LOL Scotto: Ha ha. It’s true, and they.