It was a beautiful mid-September morning when Jim stepped out of the car. He looked around at the still green trees, their leaves not yet showing any ...hint of the fall season that was just around the corner. There was a gentle breeze rustling the leaves and the sun was shinning brightly in the crystal blue sky.Jim walked on weak legs up a grassy knoll to Sally's grave. This was the place that Jim had come every week since Sally had died. It was his place of solace, a place he could talk with. Patch hung on, thrusting as long as he could but eventually it was over. We got ourselves back together. I wiped off the back seat with an old rag I kept in the car, and we headed home.We chatted and told each other how wonderful it was as we shared quickly assembled gin and tonics, another relic of a bygone era. Then I excused myself and came back out wearing my shortest see-through nightie and nothing else."Come to bed with me, OK?" OH MY GOD Sis, you're so beautiful. I always imagined you. She got next to me and my body got an electric shock, as this tiny, body touched my skin. I had already lost my virginity to a girl about 5 years older than me, about 2 years before, so I had a big erection, that she could not have missed. She brushed her hand over my throbbing bulge and giggled, then she rubbed it through my underwear and softly, almost coyly, asked me if it was because of her. My aunt and uncle were well asleep by then, but I was of course very scared, but I told her that. Sie arbeiteten zusammen bei einem lokalen Autohersteller und waren gute Freunde obwohl auch totale Gegensätze. Georg war ein kleinerer rotköpfiger Typ mit heller Haut und mittlerem Körperbau. Asamoa war ein Schwarzer mit dunkelschwarzer Haut und athletischem Körperbau. Aus einer kleinen Stadt in Süddeutschland stammend, kannte keiner von uns Afroamerikaner persönlich, aber wir schienen uns alle gut zu verstehen. Asamoa wuchs in einer Innenstadt in einem urbanen Zentrum auf und war ein.