Until the last year, i'd always had fairly long "good hair"(as its known in the black community lol) but i decided to have it cut short, into a "rihan...a" style. It fit me perfect.I'd kept my stomach flat, although not the six pack I had at 19. I was never stuck up or conceited, but I knew the sexual desire I created in some people. And I loved it.But I had sexual thoughts past that. Those thoughts at some point turned into fantasies. Those fantasies eventually to desires. And when those desires. How could she? Regret requires thought and when Charlie touched her again he made her stop thinking. His words had inflamed her almost as much as his hand that again went straight into her pussy. "I knew you'd be dripping again, Alexandra. Your cunt is hungry and I'm going to feed her with my warm thick jizz."Alexandra barely remembered how Charlie led her to the bed while repeating how horny she was. Then he made her lie down. "Spread your legs wide for me, baby and let's see if you are ready. It was as if I was held in his net. The tub was still filling behind me, he spoke over the sound of the running water, "Belle, put your hands on your head, stay still, I will not hurt you, but you need to trust me. You may close your eyes, but don't move." I nodded, still under his spell and closed my eyes. He gently pet my pubic hair and curled his fingers into the downy mound, his fingertip found my opening and stroked slowly back and forth, teasing my entrance. I started to lean forward, he. We all introduced ourselves and commented on how great this was. It was kind of funny, after a few minutes we were all back in our little groups and just talking. We ordered a second round and as we’re waiting my wife whispers in my ear that the guy behind her keeps brushing up against he ass. Not thinking anything about it, I said go ahead and let him play and when she gets good and hot that I would take her back to our room for some hot and heavy sex. She looked at me kind of funny and said.