Not because he'd co-signed the loan for the house, but because he was head-over-heels in love with Cheryl and she was equally infatuated with him. Jim... shared their bed, occasionally, but most often my brother slept in his own bedroom listening to Peter fuck his pregnant wife through the wall. It wasn't a relationship most men would understand or be happy with, but Cheryl wasn't married to most men and she loved Jim as much as she had the day they were married.They made a good couple, the three. She was hot and horny, so if someone didn't approve of her actions fuck them, who cares?The girls hurried, they remembered suddenly they might be filmed and must do what Azzo directed. Heavens it was all so exciting, nothing ever happened like this at boarding school.They needed to 'play their part' and do their bit.They couldn't wait.Their years of sexual arousal, anticipation, and desire was at the boiling point.They were hurried through a crowd of eager black men who all seemed to offer to. . " Yes... " I whisper as she looks away."You were fantasizing about me, weren't you?" Again it is a statement of fact, not a question.I am mute, my mouth goes dry and the words of denial die in the dust in my throat. I cannot hold eye contact. My head drops and I focus my eyes on my hands, fidgeting in my lap. Everything has been said that needs to be said and no words have been exchanged. Suddenly, the gung-ho, take charge businesswoman dressed in power suits is no longer in charge, in. ’ ‘Do you have to Doc?’ Another male voice said from the doorway. ‘He looks so much better when you can’t see his ugly face.’ ‘Fuck you Terry!’ I said at a loud whisper. My field of vision was suddenly obscured by one of the biggest black men I had ever met. ‘I see that having your head nearly blown off hasn’t improved your vocabulary any.’ Terry said as a big, white smile broke out across his face. ‘It’s good to see you awake Roy.’ ‘It’s good to be awake I guess.’ I said with a grin. ‘I hear.