Barbara then added that I should be the chaperone for our client during her days staying here. As I heard her say so, my pussy got totally wet and I f...lt some pussy juices sliding down my thighs.I closed my legs and smiled at Shelly, saying I would enjoy very much her company. Barbara said that She wanted to talk a bit more with Shelley and she would send the lady downstairs to my own office; so I stood up and walked to the door, hoping those ladies would not notice my juices glistening between. " she said when I informed her."Nope. But I am a new father."We sat and talked for a while. We filled each other in on aspects of our lives. We were chatting merrily along when my cell rang. Usually I check the caller ID before I answer, for some reason I didn't and I heard the voice of my ex wife. Immediately the headache that usually accompanies her intrusions into my little piece of the world hit like a freight train. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose; this had become habit. We switched to a 69 where she worked my ass finger fucking me and sucking my cock, We broke after she cumm once more and begging me to fuck her. I started in missonary slowly pushing my cock deep inside her, looking into her bright blue eyes and kissing her bright red lips. We soon switched so she was on her back legs up so I could fuck her hard, My hips smacked into her inner thighs, the love seat was squeeking ,she was moaning loud asking for more, "Oh fuck me harder, harder, pound my. And I like being rich. I like having money. And I like living in Oak Bluffs, surrounded by rich black people. I don’t like to hear about black people’s problems. I’m not a hero. I’m not a saint. I’m not a role model. I just want to live my life. Is that so frigging wrong? I began to get back to being myself. I let my obsession with Angelo Mabuso and the African motherland fade away. I went back to hanging out with my regular friends. From time to time, I ran into Angelo. In those times, we were.