" I want to believe that," he admitted, uncomfortably, but it was clear he was still resisting that."Well, then, how about we work on your belief syst...m by discussing that silver tongue of yours." What?" The change of subject messed with his already frenetic mind."Your shirt, the other one, reminded me of it. The tongue on that shirt is red, but it's doing what I want your educated tongue to do."He blinked as she laid back and pulled her heels up to place them beside her hips. It was the kind. "I watched you while you scanned what's happening on the bridge. It's a good view isn't it?" Who's the woman who looks like me?" In a sense, Naddy, she is you. She is an exact facsimile of you in every detail. She resembles you to the very last blade of hair. She talks like you. She moves like you. No one speaking to her would be aware that she wasn't you. No one. None of your lovers. Not your closest family and friends. To the world beyond this villa that woman is you." How can that be? I. " he said.He stood in front of the man, unzipped his pants and whipped his cock right out.Only one person in that room was a little uncomfortable, and it wasn't Michael."Your mother black," he asked him, looking at Michael's cock resting in the cup he was holding."No, why do you ask?" Michael said."Just wondering." By the way, how much do you want?" As much as you can give," he responded."Well, I can give you about 16 oz.'s worth, but I don't think this container will hold that much." he said. I don’t know about her, but I missed her when I was in class and couldn’t wait to get back to her when it was done. The fact that she was always touching me, holding hands or stroking my arm idly drove me absolutely crazy. It’s hard to describe how close I felt to her that day. I literally couldn’t get enough of this girl and it certainly seemed like the feeling was mutual. We spent the entire day with each other. After dinner we ended up in my room listening to music, and studying, chatting.