‘Babe, I think we need to set some ground rules. I know you want to wait to marriage, and unlike all of the other jerks I have watched you date. I r...spect that and want that for us as well. I will never let you give me your virginity, unless it is our wedding night. I’m sorry it is just how I feel. And we are going to take it slow and do this right. You deserve to be treated like a princess and I love you more then I will ever be able to express so I want nothing more than to spoil, pamper, and. Not that I put too much stock in such things. I just read horoscopes for entertainment purposes, I swear. Anyhow, I was sitting there moping over Parvati Singh dumping my ass on this gloomy afternoon in late February 2012 when someone came and sat at the computer terminal next to me. A tall, beautiful young woman with dark brown skin and long hair braided into neat cornrows. This gal was African for real, and she looked mighty fine, as my Somali-born friend Bilal might say. I looked at her and. Although she was on line, I didn’t speak to her and tried a few times. I had genuinely missed her. She made my day when I heard from her. Not to put too fine a point on it, she made my heart skip a beat!In hindsight, I tried too hard. I think I came across very badly and now she won’t respond to my messages. I had tried on the Monday and left it a day or two and then tried once more. I just wanted to apologise. I left her the following message and will respect her decision as to whether she. She leans her head down next to mine. “I’m always welcome in your bed huh? What do you say you can welcome me to your bed?” And there was that million-dollar smile that gets my pecker hard. “Sounds like plan babe”We make our way back to the master bedroom. I wrap my arms around Megan, and we have a long embrace. Her tongue darts around my mouth and mine in hers. I grasp her ass and enjoy her tight butt underneath her spandex leggings. I lift her up and she throws her legs around me to help.