Oh God, thank you, maybe it's going to happen."I'm modeling my old underwear," she said, a smile in her voice."I love anything you want to show me," I... breathed. I loved looking at her body any way she was willing to let me see it. Discomfort growing in my pants; time now to commit, I undid my belt.She came to me, a wonderful hug, a rare, open-mouthed kiss, my tongue exploiting the precious chance to explore her lips, her teeth. "You smell good," she said as I squirmed out of my shirt. "I'm. For some reason this was the stuff I found tantalizing. Reading about white wives with their black lovers while their husband’s stayed home and waited for them to return from a date. I must have read a thousand of these stories before I realized it was nearly 4 in the morning.I turned off the computer and went to bed. I have to admit my dreams that night were WILD to say the least!I got up as usual and did the usual things with showering and coffee and pills and checking the mail. Anna reminded. After the sight of her walking up the drive though she felt different. We played a bit of doctor or You show me yours, I show You mine a few times before but again now things were different.We went inside, got a couple of cokes from the fridge and then to her room. She put on some music and this time I was more interested as she told me of her day. Then without a second thought, Belinda stood up and asked me to unzip her, which I gladly did and she took her dress off over her head to reveal a. “No way Alene, no fucking way. The deal is off! No way I am taking it. You’ll rip me in half. There is no way I’m letting you flood me with even half the amount you poured on the poor bed!” Jen yelled and started crying.Nadia looked at the panicking Jen, she cried. Nadia couldn’t help but see herself just a few days ago, she felt for the girl. She liked her the girl and it was hard for her to see Jen like this. She did the only thing she could do, she hugged Jen with all her might, a strong.