" Hell yeah its too loud. You trying to give me an early hangover?" I said, he laughed and mustve had a remote because the music stopped. I sighed and...opened my eyes to look at him. James has medium brown hair, that is a good length, not short and not long, his eyes are a dark green. He was smiling at me, I smiled back." You're beautiful you know that?" His eyes were soft and i became a little confused." What? You are drunk James, you should probably go to sleep." I turned my body so that I was. Which is ironic, because prior to “her’ incarceration “she” had been married for 13 years and was the father of a 12 year old daughter. All that changed the day “she” got off the bus and went into the tank with the rest of the fish. “Her” freedom was stripped from her – not just by the justice system – but by the man who claimed “her” as his property. “She” is as much a slave as any Negro on a plantation ever was, except in this case the slave is white and the master black. “She” was given a. Her hands were moving restlessly, testing the strength of his shoulders, one of them cupping the back of his head and fisting in his hair. He broke the kiss when oxygen became a problem, and they were both breathing heavily when he pressed his face into the curve of her neck, pressing open-mouthed kissed to that meeting of neck and shoulder. He pulled away and angled his hips closer to the wall to brace her against the wall while his hands started pulling at the straps holding the dress. He lifted me off the chair and wrapped his arms around me giving me a hug as he said thank you for lunch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and as I said you more than welcome his hands moved down onto my ass and he pulled me close into him as he squeezed my ass. So tight and firm he said as we maintained eye contact for a number of seconds as our faces moved nearer to each other. Our lips touched and we started kissing softly, I then moved my right hand down his body over his handsome chest.