I looked at her and she looked at me with inviting eyes that were half closed she opened her arms inviting me in there, I looked at her from her eyes ...to the toe and back up as she pulled one of her legs up showing me her smooth creamy thighs, her breasts were rising and falling with her heavy breathing. I tugged at the saree on her waist and she lifted her ass just a little so that I can remove her saree. She was now in her bra covering her huge breasts, the petticoat and the panties. I tugged. Really, I did. I'm married and so is Ella. Ella is also Black. And, unlike a number of Black men and women she did not have the "Black" attitude. When we partied, Ella was "one of the boys".Her husband never attended the company parties and so he never knew how wild they could get. This was at a time before everyone became socrazy about suing over who provided the liquor when something bad or unfortunate happened. Little things like DUI or auto-accidents. So, the company provided a "hospitality. I'm sure that Jane set her sister straight about Kitty and me, but for that moment, I enjoyed having my arm around Kitty's waist. Later, she told my mother about our seeing Janet."I hope you don't mind. I told her that Matilda would be happy to see her." Oh, Kitty, there's no need to be formal. Call me Tillie, that's what all my friends call me."That set the mood for the rest of the day. We laughed about everything.The following week, a school dance, which was to be held on the fifteenth of. "I watched 'er with welding goggles. You can actually see that little puddle of melted metal." I'm glad you learned from it," I said. "But you need to be very careful. Molten metal is no toy." No, it's not a toy," My precocious daughter said. "But it makes things. Real things." She giggled. "Have you watched Susan? She does STUFF. With metal an' plastic, and it's like Play-Doh for real!" That's what makes the world go round, little one," I said."Dad thinks you're crazy, you know," Rachel said.I.