The next note took her all the way upstairs to our bedroom to a painting that was hung on our wall. It is funny how we look at things each and every d...y but fail to actually look at it. Had she looked at the picture earlier more closely she would have noticed the note but to my luck she hadn’t so the game was not ruined. When she opened the note it lead her back down stairs to another gift under the tree that was hidden in the back. It was a big box that I knew would lead her to think this was. .. but I did get a call back from one of my Haitian friends, unfortunately a lil too late, on Sunday night, after the Chldrn were back home. I wanted to have him come over so bad, since I hadn't seen him since August but knowing that I'm not a quiet one, I had to decline. I finally got a call from my African friend monday morning cuz he wasn't working and dayummm! did I need to let go of some sexual tension. He fucked my pussy but especially my ass.. I've got this thing about anal. I love it.. What did you say?" she demanded, startled away from the flickering screen."Well, I don't know... you've been married quite a while... I thought maybe it was against your beliefs or something..." I stammered."We're Christians Jimmy, not some weirdos, of course we want children." Oh good, I thought maybe... you know... maybe you didn't believe in sex or something," I said, purposely blushing.After we had worked silently for a few minutes Mrs. S whispered without looking at me, "We're trying. “Greg,can I come over? I need you,” she purred and he waslost.“Sure, no problem.” They said goodbye and hung up. She only lived a coupleof blocks away so he hurriedly stuffed his dirty clothesin a hamper and got into a pair of faded sweats. He justpulled a ratty t-shirt over his head when she knocked.He let in and helped her off with her coat.“I’ve got to tell you a secret,” she said. “I’m Dancer.”“What!?”“I’m.