" When I walked back in, he was sprawled all over the bed, dick straight at attention, this was one handsome black boy! And that dick! Damn! I still ...an't believe that he somehow had all of that inside of me! So he fired up his device, went to the video section, and pushed play on a selected video. I could honestly see who Gerome got his looks from. 10 seconds later, a thinly built young black male who was somewhat muscular as well, also nude, entered the picture,and they hugged and kissed for. Inside, I flicked the lock on the door and pulled the girl into my chest. My lips instantly caught hers between them. She groaned softly, grimacing at the still lingering flavor of beer on my tongue and lips, but didn’t pull away. Her tiny hands caught onto the front of my shirt and pulled me tighter against her hungry body. I cooly wrapped my fingers around her right wrist, pulling her hand off and guiding it south to the still throbbing rock in my jeans. As her hand cupped over the thick. I continued to ask and probe her, and she offered something vague, like a counselor, and again, moved the conversation to something else.She then said that I had an “interesting aura.”“What do you mean by ‘aura?'” I asked her. She said it was just a feeling, and perhaps she could explain it later, over dancing. She said she had a sense about some people, and that certain people ‘interest her a great deal of the energy that surrounds them.’Well, not being one to dismiss that which I cannot. How can you say that isn’t cheating!”?“I never had sex with anyone but you since we started dating. I have been faithful in our entire marriage and I plan to continue to be faithful. How can you accuse me of cheating”?“So you aren’t denying giving these guys blow jobs?”“No. Of course not”. “It happens all the time. Blow jobs aren’t sex”.“Fuck, I am confused. Sit down, because I need to figure this out before I have a stroke and I need to calm down so I can think. Tell me, how long has this been.