. How could you..."Sharron grows quiet for a minute. "Listen, Glen. I'm going to lay it all out for you. I want you to listen to me carefully, then we...can talk." She gathers her thoughts. "You know I love you, Glen, and that I love our sex." Not just ours, it seems." Glen, I...no. You're right, not just ours. You give me so much, and I love you for it, but I need...I've always needed something more. Throughout my life I've been with a fair number of guys. You know this. Some white, like you.. I assume he saw the indecision (mixed with the need) on my face because he sits back a little, breaking contact. I groan and try to force him back, but he’s strong. With a shake of his head he removes my fingers from his hair. He looks at me with a smirk that is at once sexy and annoying. I silently vow to myself to wipe that smirk off his face before the night is over. He is just looking at me, smirking, so I growl “What?” which causes his smirk to grow into a grin. “Beg me,” he whispers. . I nipped my tongue questioningly at her lips and they parted. It went in slowly as I flicked the tip of her tongue with mine then I began to massage her entire tongue. She returned the favor eagerly. I ran my hand through her beautiful black hair and she embraced me.Our kiss was starting to heat up when I was jabbed by the stick-shift. I then remembered where we were. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and started the car. That was just too enjoyable to put off for that long, so I was very glad I. Susan had joined them part of the way into the story, she knew part of it, but hadn't known all that Jane or Sappho had been through ... She wore a light satin robe and sat across the room from Ron.Now he looked up at her."I'm sorry, love. I didn't understand." he said."You believe the story?" Susan asked."Actually ... I do. For several reasons. One, what you did to me last night. You could easily enslave an army with that knowledge. The other reason, is Jane's telepathy. There was no question.