"Traveling makes you horny I see," murmured Danny playfully."Not horny, hungry," Sylvia corrected, both her hands sliding up Danny's slender torso to ...his face, holding his head in both her cool hands. She turned his face to the side and slightly upwards, exposing his warm throat. She lent in, her soft lips resting tenderly against the vein of his throat, feeling his pulse acutely on her lips.Sylvia's nostrils flared as she smelt his scent, her tongue coming out to teasingly lick the corner of. I'm 5'9" and 145 lbs with a 28 inch waist. Brown hair, baby blue eyes and I'm wearing a pair of short shorts and sandals. So I'm in the process of waxing my baby when this hot red head comes walking over and says to me nice car. She's like 5'7" and gorgeous wearing this hot bikini. I said thank you. And she said I like what I see. I said she's a beauty isn't she. She said I meant you not the car. I told her if she wanted to help me finish waxing and detailing her we could go cruise around. I. Well, not the first I ever owned, but the first I picked out myself ... with the twins’ approval, of course. They rejected my first pick, but I admitted later to myself I liked what I had purchased better anyway.I had my eyes closed for most of the drive to the Marlfield mansion. My mom wanted to talk about how I needed to pick a room in the north wing there and make it “my own” as well, but I wasn’t up to talking about it. I just told her I’d think about it, but I’d rather wait until next. My parents weren’t exactly a big help. They have never been the nurturing type. And they certainly weren’t going to protect me now that I was grown. My ass was on the line and I was on my own. Things looked grim, until I met this guy named Campbell. I don’t know why but the first time I saw him I knew he was different. Not that he looked it. At five feet nine inches and 150 pounds of slim, dark-skinned African-American male, he didn’t seem anything out of the ordinary. Just a twenty-something.