I slept beside him and caressed his hair and face. I also enjoyed his soft touches on my face. I turned my side facing him and also put my hand around... her shoulder. This made his elbow touch my boob.My body shivers with excitement. I realized that he wasn’t sleeping either. Now I took a brave and bold step. I came extremely closer to him and placed my hand on his chest so that my one boob touched his chest, and one leg on his thigh. .I was not wearing bra that evening. I prayed that he would. It also explained why Oscar might not have known about Cole. Concerned, Lisa said, “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope he’s going to be okay.”“They are going to put in some device that will open up his artery today,” said Oscar, “but the prognosis is pretty good.”“I’m glad to hear that he’ll be alright,” said the waitress. She looked around the table and noticed that one of the people at the table didn’t have any food. Concerned, she asked, “Gabby, aren’t you going to eat something?”“I’m not. A half hour of fondling passed along with a few more drinks. Donna mentioned that it was time to return to their room, and asked if we would join them for one final night cap. Exiting the pool, Lindy and I glanced at each other realizing what this meant. We got back to their room and Paul poured each of us a glass of wine. Donna sat on the bed and motioned for me to sit beside her. I did as she asked. Paul then took Lindy’s hand and led her to the other side of the bed. While finishing our. Ohhh!" I wailed and wailed and was lost in my own wailing,I did not know what I was screeching about, but I learned what so many white women mean they say you feel "transported".I could not compare what I felt to the sensuality I have with my white lover. There was no comparison because it was so vastly superior and different."I'm going to love fucking you; you're so nice and tight," he said as he began slowly stroking in and out, thrusting deeper into me than any man ever had before,.