"I'll be right there, Love, make yourself comfortable," she advised asshe swayed into the attached bathroom and shut the door. I laid back andtouched...myself to the image of that dildo in my mind. It must have beeneight or nine inches long, and thicker than Brian's. My juices wereflowing onto the bedsheets even before Roxy returned.She had doffed the corset, revealing killer abs and a tight waist thatreally didn't look like it had needed the corset to begin with. Herskirt remained, however. Oh just shut up." he said pushing me to the floor and laughing."Oh you're getting it now." i said dragging him to the floor and jumping on top of him.This went on for a couple of minutes, and some how i ended up on my back with Trent on top of me. "Ha. Told you i'd be the one kicking ass." He said triumphantly. Then he just collapsed on top of me. What are you doing i asked. I cant move. He just laughed and said this is where im sleeping tonight. I said oh really and just what makes you think. What the hell. I say I have to go and then turn the phone off. This would never work. Him….me….yuck. But then I got a very devious idea. I turn the phone back on and send the message thread to Lydia. It took a minute but then she replied back with a halo and a poop.I ask her not to tell, then ask what I should do. This pause was even longer. She tells me to say that I am not interested in flirting but that I might have a friend that is. She said that he doesn't have her number. I forward that. I’m sure now that I had to slap my jaw shut when he answered the door. “Come in, come in,” I stammered. “Welcome.” I was actually shaking as here was my dream younger black guy in front of me. I thought for sure that he would make some excuse and leave — as I am lean and strong but nothing muscular like this and could not hold a candle in looks to this black Adonis. But, thank my lucky stars that day, he stayed. He introduced himself as Marcus. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted.