’ She shook her head. ‘I don’t want to go to sleep, Cien. I don’t want to lose any moment of being with you.’ Fresh tears leaked out the cor...ers of her eyes and slid down into her hair. ‘I wish we had more time. I want to be a wife to you.’ ‘Joy. We must talk about joyful things.’ ‘I don’t have anything to talk about.’ ‘Tell me of your future. Tell me of your life there.’ Regan smiled. ‘Alright.’ For the next hour and a half she talked about her life in Portland, teaching, and her family. She. Just make me cum, please make me cum," I sighed. "Ok James," he said softly turning away and going over to the table containing his oils and other stuff. "A little oil?" He asked looking over his shoulder at me. "Yes whatever," I replied. . 'Was he expecting to fuck me? Did he want me to suck it? Was I supposed to want to fuck him? Should I grab his cock or simply do nothing?' I had no answer to these thoughts as he stood beside me and poured some oil onto my cock. He let it dribble down. It was obvious that he wasn't aroused, but that meat-log trapped under the denim of his pants was bigger than any man I'd ever seem even in the middle of sexual intercourse. It was amazing.Just then Jarrod, my husband hailed me and we were off to the airport.I'd like to say that, that was the end of it. It would be so much less complicated if I'd just let things be, but that beautiful black body with that huge meat-log kept running through my mind. I just couldn't get Otis out of my. Rubbing his hands lovingly through my thick hear pressing me down over his member. Making me choke on it. Drooling wads of spit over his shaft before he gave me my breakfast in bed. His morning wood tasted very good. His cum even better. When he allowed me to come back up for air I pulled myself up by his harness. Sliding my body over his. Spitting his cum back into his mouth. Sharing the cum milkshake surprise with him. He held me close. Caressing me with his strong arms. "Damn boy ... those.