Not that I can really talk.One day I stayed late to work on the big project we had been given. It wasn't due for some time, but I found it easier to w...rk at night without all of the distractions around the office. I was in my office working by the light of my computer, I hate the glare that the lights sometimes cause on it, when one of the hall lights clicked on and in came strolling Rebecca. She looked like she had had something of a rough night. She was wearing a dark grey skirt and white. She was really getting horny. The guy got her fully naked and then took off his trunks, if I recall boxers actually. Anyways he was on the darker skinned side but is cock was really dark in coloration, almost black. It was about as thick as mine she said but a head longer, bigger mushroom tip then me and uncircumcised.So my ex-wife was stroking his cock, like pulling the foreskin back and forth to massage the head. This was her third cock she’d handled the other two having been Hispanic too. She sank into the old leather couch. Soothing piano notes floated from her little speaker onto the stale air’s unclaimed molecules, lifting the dim house’s oppression. Turning, she brushed back the flimsy curtains to let the light in, only to notice goopy bodies of dried paint around the window. Tiny holes in the walls glared like beady black eyes. She looked down at the floor she’d installed while pregnant and the gaps at the bottom of the walls where preterm labor prevented her from. So I took him to all the rooms and finally ended in my bedroom. There we sat on my bed and had wine. We had good time. In few minutes, I got to pee very badly. But I was controlling myself so that Suresh would leave to living room. But he was not moving. I went out of control.I told him that I got to use the toilet and ran to the washroom. I was in urgent that I just slam the washroom door and did not lock it. As I slammed the door very strongly, the door opened again but by that time I was.