James is a well built, slim, muscular black man, (we were both in tip top shape, due to youth and military service), and had been a good friend for s...everal years. When he got his bike, he told me he would ride with me anytime. We road together often, spending long, sunny island days, searching for sun tanned babes and nice beaches. One day we had a day off during the week and we decided to find an off the beaten path beach, to relax and catch some rays. We road for a couple of. The physical similarities we had in common were shocking. Everyone who saw us out together either thought we were mother and daughter or sisters.It pains me to admit it but, when I first met her, I couldn't help but wonder if Joey had harbored i****tuous thoughts for me by marrying her. Patty and I looked too much alike for me or for anyone not to think that. Only, as soon as I thought the thought, I put it out of my mind as silly nonsense."We don't chose the one we fall in love with," I told. But oddly, I felt flattered, and a little excited.“And I am a lucky girl.” I replied cheerily, pretending to be oblivious to his leering gaze.I crossed my legs and continued to caress the material of my opaque tights, the feel of the fabric tingling under the tips of my fingers. John Schneider continued to stare at my thighs, a smirk crossing his face. I let him leer, enjoying his attention and obvious desire for my youthful body.The spell was broken when my mum returned with the tea. John. .. Why are you talking that way? I want those things with you, but not here, not now, not like this. I want everything we do to be special. I don’t want to hurt you ... ever. I don’t want to just use you for sex. I love you, and I want to be with you,” I reached out with my hand and tried to stroke her cheek, but she pulled back from my touch.“Oh, Davey,” she sobbed again. “You don’t understand, not at all,” she looked at me with pure love and yet with so much hurt in her eyes that it was.