The Flame of her now bursting inside me.. squeezing stroking my breasts.she slide slowly into me. We intertwined rubbing.her breast rose as I gave her... the twister.twirling..herself in me.. licking my vagina she twirled her kiss inside my legs in circles. And Massaged . Lifting me to her hips as we grinded. I pecked her vagina softly. My kiss on her vagina slow.nibbling her vagina softly twirling her tip and nibbling her nipple. Rolling my tongue high in her vagina pecking softly slowly on her. She was sitting on a couch, flanked by a woman with long legs and a very short dress, and a very effeminate looking Asian boy. She was wearing a white bathrobe, and her hair was up in a towel. She looked up as we entered the room and smiled. “This is the radio contest winner,” said the black woman in the red robe. “Oh, hi!” Cindee said brightly, popping up from the couch. She took a hit off a huge joint and passed it to the Asian boy, and bounded across the room toward me. She came over to me. Jeremiah Ali looked at him, battered, and bruised as well, but a fire was still there, only dimmer. Seth looked at Ali’s corner and his trainer looked concerned. Seth looked back at Ali. He pointed at him, and then drew his thumb slowly across his throat. The crowd erupted as the bell sounded. Ali charged swinging wildly; solidifying Seth’s belief that the champ was indeed fighting scared. Seth swayed as best he could, getting clipped a coupled times by an errant right hand. Ali was losing. We support each other perfectly.I introduced her to my mother, as a friend. She came to her house regularly. I also went to her house. Her parents were friendly and they liked me. I would drop her to her tuitions if her father was not around. Things went so well that our relationship was accepted by both our family members. I accepted her as my better half. I respected her for all her good qualities. She also liked me as I was tall, handsome, smart and a philanthropist. My love story was going.