She glanced my way and nodded, so I cupped it in my hand. She had small areoles, barely an inch across, and the erect nipple filled the darker skin. I... rubbed my thumb across her nipple, feeling it tighten a bit more, and was surprised to find her nipples were hotter than the surrounding flesh. Her breasts were about the same size as mine, but they sagged a bit more; her nipples were above center, resting on the slope of her soft mounds.She raised her head and we kissed, twining our legs. He was under his covers but she wasupon them, on her hands and knees. It was surreal - he could not see themon the bed but in the reflection, there they were, clear as day, the twopeople. The girl, her face, was facing toward the mirror and thus towardBrian, but the man, all he could see of him was his back. A big back, ithad to be said, and a large, naked bottom. Well defined. Why on earthwas he admiring it so?The girl crawled toward the mirror and the man, and then sat up. Theblack. This is coming from me, Samuel Xavier. A proud bisexual Black man who’s bedded women and men of all races before coming to this shocking conclusion. I just wanted to let the world know how I feel. Seriously. After years of switching back and forth between male and female lovers, I discovered that the person most capable of loving me is a Black woman. Why Black women? Oh, man. I can’t stop praising Black women. They are all that and then some. Black men who are into chasing White women should. However, fixing a house takes time. When he was sure that he’d have five days of clear weather, he had his crew tearing off the exterior of the house and replacing it. It took five full days to pull off the exterior, put in place a layer of plywood, the moisture barrier, the foam insulation, and the exterior wood sheathing. After a week of work, the house still needed to be painted.Painting took four days. One day was spent caulking and preparing the house to be painted. The second day would be.