We went to the beach that evening around sunset, and she was overjoyed. We had some chaat and talked for a long time. By the end, it felt as if I was ...on a date with a hot chick. Everyone was staring at her legs.We sat in the sand next to each other. She looked at me and asked me if I had a girlfriend. “What? No, why would you ask that?” I said. “Just curious you know. I never had a boyfriend too,” she said in a childish manner. “Oh you will have you are pretty hot,” I said.She blushed and gave. I pushed my arms against the counter to steady myself, this allowed Arthur to grope my breasts with his big black hands. I loved to see my milky white breasts trying to squeeze through the gaps in his thick fingers as he tried to fit the whole of my large breasts into his hands. I could watch his hands groping my breasts and probably have an orgasm of how sexy the contrast of his black skin against my white flesh was to me.I could feel his cock twitching as he ploughed into me harder and faster. . "Honey, can you take out the trash? I asked you to do this 2 and a half hours ago!" Ugh. The life I live. The name's Raymond, but you can call me Ray. I'm 26, and the woman you just heard whining about the trash is Hana, my girlfriend of 7 years, and recently turned fiance. She's 25, and we met in college. Well, she was in college. I was taking the year off to try and get my life straight. You know, now that I think about it, I never did go back to school like I planned. Anyways, I suppose. “No, the cane is necessary. Not only because my leg is unpredictable, but because it’s an indispensable part of the process.”“Another reason why it’ll help if I see what you’re doing. If I understand it better, I can help you evaluate its effectiveness.”“I’ve got to quit talking to you,” he teased. “You keep bringing up valid points I can’t argue with.”“That’s the idea. As long as we’re meeting out in the open, how about if I bring a couple of Ethan’s friends for an evaluation? You can.