.. Anne: >blushing smiley Me: Thankfully I was alone when I went to double check... Me: I told you what seeing the window would do to me Anne: You did... not! I wish I could have seen! Me: if you come tomorrow, we can check it out again... Anne: I already called, Viv let me cancel my appointment Me: Me: hehehehe, I hope you don't mind skipping that massage... Anne: I am sure you will touch me in ways she doesn't Me: I have a nice surprise planned Anne: mmm, tell me! Me: what part of 'surprise'. I was in our hotel when she knocked on the door, holding a bottle of expensive bubbly, 'You like a drink', she said, her beautiful face alight and beaming, her pearly white teeth, so even and perfect.I opened the door wide to let her pass, her intoxicating perfume causing my nostrils to follow here, she was sex on long hot legs, and she was intoxicating me to follow, in short if I was a man, she would give me an instant hard-on.'No wonder 'E', you have the top flight sales every month', she. Is it written in the stars that Blackmen and Black women in America can’t get along? Apparently so. What’s a brother to do? As a Black man, I think of the Black woman as my mate, my lover, my helper and my partner. I don’t want any other women. Even when I lived in the Great White North, where there were absolutely no Black people, I longed for Black women. I thought about Black women with thick bodies, pretty faces and big booties when I masturbated. I didn’t think of white women. Now, as a. Lyle did it, hands at his sides, like a reluctantparticipant in a grade school presentation.He began, in a singsong voice, "I'm a dancing muffin, soft and sweet."That was accompanied by a silly dance step that involved raising highone foot and then the other. "These are my hands, those are my feet."As he spoke the lines, he elevated his hands and shook them, then liftedeach foot to wiggle it. "I like to swing and sway, like a little tree."He acted out those words, much to his humiliation. .