I could feel his tongue on mine, and inside my lips, rubbing my teeth, and I did nothing to stop him, except try and kiss him back. My hands slid dow...n to his shoulders, gently groping and stroking them, my long nails a gentle tickle of his skin.The contact between our bodies was gentle, it was kind, and it was very loving. My senses were reveling in him, letting go my feelings of fear, and even hate. I never knew the name of the other black man, the one who ****d me, but I hated him for it,. Scratch that. My wives had orchestrated a coup on the principal of our school. We’d obligingly let the Valentine’s Dance slide in exchange for guaranteed admission of the entire pod for senior prom. With only three weeks between prom and the end of the school year, Principal Rice had assured us there would be no issue in attending the prom as a complete plural domestic partnership. A table would be reserved at the prom for Pod Octave.But that still meant everyone was in all-out prom prep mode.. There was a long, back zipper, which Andrea helped himfasten. Robert asked why the dresses waistline was just under his bra.His wife explained the nuances of the classic empire waistline to him. She also sprayed Channel Number Five on his wrists and behind his ears."Take a look at yourself in the mirror, Roberta," said Andrea. I thinkthat you look and smell beautiful." Robert walked over to the fulllength mirror and gazed at himself. Actually, he stared, since thecreature he saw in the. I consider myself an attractive 45-year old white woman. I am tall and have long blond hair with a decent body, but I certainly would not assume that a handsome younger black man like Darrell would really be interested in someone like me. Let me just say, I am happily married, and my husband is a very loving and attentive partner. But I must admit that after 20 years of marriage, the frequency of our intimacy has slowed, and the passion has waned a bit. But more importantly, I have carried a.