I work at a homeless shelter and have been there for 6 years. You meet so many different people so often it's hard to get to know someone but there was a 56 year old black guy named Jack I got very attached to over the years whos wife had left him and ran off with his kids and he was living under a bridge. My husband used to run a construction crew and would hire people from the shelter and Jack was one and he and my husband became friends. One night it was a blizzard at least seemed like it it snows here rarely and the shelter was already full when I pulled Jack to the side and told him I would buy him a hotel room for the night so off we went. We talked in his room for a while when I went to leave so gave him a hug and I felt his right hand fall down to my waist and then moved down further and started rubbing my ass. I don't know the reason I didn't say anything other than I felt bad for the guy I let him. The thing is I kept letting him go further and further until my dress was on the floor and in that moment I just gave in to it and took my bra and panties off since I wanted the experience of being with a black guy anyways. I have never been with a black guy until Jack that had to seriously stretch my pussy enough to take his cock now black guys are all I want, I think about them constantly..I have always had an addictive personality and let me tell you something blacK guys are ADDICTIVE!
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