Who here has been watched while he lays the old one-two on some floosie? In my younger days, when I had gone to Ulaya (Ufalme Wa Muungano) for my Masters I became acquaintances with this toothless old dodgy geezer in the Tesco supermarket I worked.
He obviously liked to watch and gently introduced me to his wife, a comely blonde of age 45. I might be biased, but I do concur she looked like a sister of Fay Ripley. Keep in mind, gentle reader, I was 25 at the time while he was 50.
One thing led to another and before I knew it, over many pub visits, dinners, and coy SMS messages I found myself, one Saturday afternoon, feeling her insides with my naturally issued thermometer while he sat in the corner and wanked all the while grinning like a loon.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. Mostly it was the feeling of power of these two middle aged, working class white people dependent on the virile black youngster (yours truly) to bring them excitement and satisfaction. I would also be lying if I said there were no ideas in my head about doing justice for the Mau Mau atrocities with my todger (I must admit, through various liaisons this couple did retribute, with her ass, for colonialism, the administrator that slapped my grandfather in 1947 and my low pay at the supermarket).
And with this, gentle reader, began a torrid part of my life. They loved me with their hearts and I loved her with my dipstick, frequently and hard. Many a day he would be checking in for his shift while I checked out, both of us exchanging knowing glances that I was heading straight to his house to drop a load in his wife on my way home. Many an evening was spent twisting her into interesting positions while he gurned away pulling away at his fetid dong while his jelly-like stomach threatened to unseat him from the prison-like chair he would place himself on.
Over time she formed an affection for me. She would bring me a sandwich to work, and bake me a cake when I had been particularly stud-like. Once, while he was away at an Arsenal match, she enjoyed my delights alone and said it was to be our secret. Once, she invited her best friend (a not altogether bad looking blonde of 52). I tell you, you have not lived until you are lying down with two asses facing you. bobbing up and down while you have two fingers of each hand firmly lodged within. As the titties graze your thighs, you are thrown into ecstatic delights.
Of course this came to a quick end one day, when, post coital bliss, I took a nap only to wake up to her husband sucking on my balls.