I tried to sneak a glance at his cock because I could tell by his fumbling he had trouble pulling it out of his tight jeans. Just as I unzipped a big black guy walked up next to me and started to take out his cock to pee. I walked into the men's restroom and headed for the urinal. So finally finding a rest stop was a relief for me. I had been holding back taking a piss for a couple of hours because I wanted to get home. It was around 1 am in the morning and only a few big rigs were in the parking lot and one other car. I was driving home from a business trip and pulled over in a truck stop for a pee. It became a ritual that once a week she would describe how she fucked and sucked black cocks both in the town we lived in and when she lived in San Francisco.įinally I would share my story with her. We had been living together for a couple of years and during that time she had told me about her black experiences. I was so excited to tell my wife about what happened as I walked into our apartment.
