I'm not much of a dancer and I'm not much of a big crowd kind of guy cause of stage fright. The second I saw Rosa it all went away because I knew what...I wanted to do to her. And, of course I happened to be buzzed from drinking all evening so I was feeling overconfident. We danced just fine. Everyone was cheering and clapping with us. Violet and Greg were both on the stage with me dancing. As soon as the show was over, I bought Rosa a drink at the bar. We talked for a little bit. Her flirtatious. Her eyed flickering as she came was the only noticeable response.I released my throbbing cock from my pants and entered her eagerly. She just lay there biting at her now bandaged finger and blinking whenever an orgasm swept through her delicious body“ungh, ungh, UNGH” she grunted as her body convulsed in orgasm as I too exploded inside herI was still lost for words as she stood and got dressed without looking at me. “I hate you, you bastard” she said looking at me and then she turned and left.I. I taught the negro would be surprised, but he just smiled, and from his look, I guess maybe other white couples had done the same thing? After awhile, I looked in at hubby, but he was not giving me the signal (Nod), so I told the negro, just not right now, and the negro went on his way. After about 3 negros, I looked at my hubby and I saw the "Nod". MY heart went racing, and I knew it was time to go to the next level. I took the negro by his dark skin hand, and took him into the motel room,. At age fifteen I finally ran across his memoirs after two years of sneaking around his office. After dousing my mother with health questions I confirmed her yoga schedule many years ago and came to the realization that I am not now, nor have I ever been, in the need for a psychiatrist to tell me I must take Prozac.To finish silently reading his memoirs would engulf me in the knowledge that there were many places on my infantile body my father would use for his selfish pleasure. My naked bottom,.