Time passed by and I grew a bit older. At the same time we started close to each other. We would normally exchange glances in the evening when we use ...to see each other.I would go for my normal walk and she too would be taking one. Then one day she smiled. I went up to her and started talking to her and we became good friends. I use to make her laugh a lot and now started visiting her house when her husband was away. We would normally flirt with each other and talk about sex freely.I noticed one. I was heading to the gym for my yoga class, some laps in the pool and a nice sweat in the steam room. My part of the world isn't exactly full of black men, and the two I'd sucked off in my life had pretty small cocks. But my gym usually had a few ebony gods making their bodies even more perfect. It turned out that the only black guys were in the steam room, and I stumbled on them mostly by chance. One was skinny and a little cute and the other fat and not so pretty. After one other man left. He slowly makes his way down her neck leaving a trail of hot kisses in his track. He hovers right over her breasts and takes a hand to gently rub those huge breasts loving the feeling of them in his hand. Mark continues with his trail of hot kisses over her boobs and down her side enjoying the taste and feel of her soft creamy skin. He stops just as he comes to the surface of the water and looks up and smiles at Beth, he sees her passion filled eyes and sees the yearning in them. Taking a deep. Mr. Langston and I went to Vancouver and got a big old pine tree. On December twenty-second the three of us got together and decorated it, while Christmas music played on the phonograph. The temperature was a crisp thirty-eight degrees, Mrs. Langston had made big mugs of hot cocoa and Tabby and I were conscripted to drag boxes of decorations out of the attic."I love Christmas," Tabby chirped, as we crawled through the cold attic and spider webs got caught in her curls. "It's so magical." Except.