I could sense the chemistry between them and didn’t like it one bit but George was so friendly and generous that I grew past that. I came to treasur... his friendship as well. Especially since he had a deep respect and appreciation for all Black women regardless of sexual orientation. And that’s a rare and wonderful thing in today’s world. Even a queer woman like myself can appreciate that. The third member of our inner circle was Kenny Saint Marc, a burly, Hershey-colored Haitian brother who. “Your Grace?” I wondered if I’d ever feel comfortable calling him by his name, but doubted it. Even his brother is using his title now; I wonder if anyone ever says his name anymore? “I was wondering when we will be leaving?”He frowned, but I didn’t get the impression he was angry with me, for once. “I don’t ... know.” He sighed and took a bite. “We will discuss it later – not here.”I nodded, confused, but it wasn’t long before he pushed away his plate and stood. “Come to my room.”I rolled my. "Yeah I seen you looking at me when I am sunbathing in my bikini Mrs Smith. Your husband know you like girls!" Serena turned red. Sam was a friend of her daughters they would frolic in the pool, or sunbathe in their skimpy bikini's. Serena had been rubbing one off from an upstairs window when she heard a noise. Didn't see anything but someone was there she felt it. Sam saw recognition in those eyes as they looked up at her. "Yes I watched you finger fuck your pussy as you looked at the girls by. This time was different. This time he made love. He didn't rush, he wasn't in need of her, he wanted her.“Yes, for you..yes!” In tears of rejoice, she replied. She relaxed beneath him and let him have his way with her. She was sure that his c***d was already planted inside her, but she wanted him to freely give himself in the creation of life.“I have always loved you, Mother, but not like this. It is a different love, and it doesn't feel wrong.” Marge folded her legs further back and said, “.