” We talked and drank for hours. Her gang of gorilla friends showed up and tried to interfere, but she was enjoying her venting session with me, a...d was getting a kick out of my reactions to all of her allegations against black men being terrible lovers.April had a million preconceived notions about black men and white men. According to her, white men are freaks and do a lot more than just fuck and they are adventurous outside of the bedroom, while black men are so concern with image that. The first I became aware that I wasn’t alone, was when I noticed a black pair of size tens stood just ahead of where I was rubbing. I shut my eyes and prayed that they’d be gone when I opened them again. Sadly, no. A second look revealed the feet to be exactly where I’d left them, my gaze travelled up a pair of familiar, black trouser-clad legs (no I didn’t linger at the crotch, what kind of person do you think I am?), upwards over a very male chest in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up,. ”“Oh Jimmy, I’m not here to make things hard for you, really I’m not,” she said. “But, I’ve missed you, both of us have and I need to talk to you. It’s important.”“What, you need a kidney donation from me? If not, it’s not important enough for me to bother with,” I said.“No, it’s bigger than that, a lot bigger,” she said. “But that you’d be willing to sacrifice a kidney for me says a lot, and I appreciate it,” She didn’t crack a smile at her improvised attempt at comedy and neither did he. She. Watching her reaction as she reviewed the photos was yet another dimension of arousal... at times unable to contain her reaction as she would appear taken back by the sheer beauty of some of the photos... I was helping her discover new beauty attributes of her body she had seen so well... my seduction to her body combined with some basic photography skills led to some pretty incredible photos... photos that captured more than the subject... they also captured the energy and true level of lust.