This is my first story and will try to make it as exciting as I can. This story is a real incident that took place a few days back.I had broken up wit... my gf and was too upset on this matter. So, I decided to go in a random chat room and do role play with any female interested to do so. Luckily, I found a woman named Swati (name changed). We introduced ourselves , she was married and had no kids. Fortunately for me, we both were from the same city. Her husband had a touring profile and was. He was just attracted to me and I to him as human beings. I knew what I was doing and accepted that I liked his company. Besides, I was so completely enamored with his beautiful large ebony uncut hard cock! It was a complete turn on for me from the beginning and over 35 years later I still recall the many intimate, loving times we spent together.I don’t think that he was gay or bisexual, to him it was just sex with someone he was attracted to at first and then it developed into sex with. There were a lot of giggles that day, but Kendra didn't show any emotion. The next day Kendra poured pig's blood on the crotch of Stacey's jeans. Stacey was so embarrassed she tried to go home, but the school had a policy that you couldn't unless you had permission from the principal."Dr. Wayland smiled. "I take it that was the last time anyone tried that kind of stunt." No, not really. Deirdre Davis poured this stuff she got from her boyfriend all over Kendra's clothes during gym. She didn't. The thought makes me laugh out loud, I can scream, 'Fuck me', in my loudest voice, and no one will hear it of course, but just doing it wets my crotch in nervous anticipation, and my hand touches myself, as my summer dress rides high atop my long thighs, I begin to masturbate as I drive through the highlands of this beautiful country, if only someone else were here, or at least watching, but still, just doing it feels good.Typical, just as I start getting into a rhythm, a road sign indicates.