” “I sure as hell do.” I confessed. “Well I wouldn’t wait too long sweetie, I mean you could drop dead at any moment. Do you know ...lack men have the lowest life expectancy of anyone in America?.” Of course, I knew that. What brother doesn’t know that? But here’s something about any white person speaking in terms of life expectancy that makes me very nervous. Nevertheless I took a chance an indulge a whim. “let’s say I find a woman who was …willing…would you be interested in…” . I took him into my mouth, sucking him. He dropped his head and we were in a 69. I pulled my knees up and my pussy spread open for him. I put my hands on his hips to get him to fuck my mouth. His cock slid in and out of my lips. I could hear Angie and my husband, he was fucking her. The thought of that and Rick sucking my clit I came again. I wanted to fuck him so bad, I pulled Ricks cock out of my mouth and told him so. He flipped around and I felt the tip of his cock part my pussy, he slid. Next, he grabbed her hair, which she had pulled into a single, thick pony tail at the back of her head. He knelt on the bed behind her and pulled a length of fine cordage from his pocket. Slowly but with sure hands he began to wind the line into her hair, tightly gripping the thick mane and pulling her head back slighty as he worked. She sighed every time he gave her head a jerk or, in reaching past for the next wrap, his fingers brushed her face or throat. She moaned, fire from her now. In my absence she started interacting with her old friends. I didn’t mind. I used to come back home after every 7-10 days and every time found her at the peak of her sexiness. One night while we were approaching orgasms I could hear her murmuring softly the name of one of her old crush (she told me of that man after marriage who was quite elder to her and was her neighbor). I understood she was fantasizing that man and the same thought gave me a strong kick. Those days I was unaware of.