There were young children running around and screaming.Everyone was having a good time. Except Charlie. He was sat down on one of the chairs, drinking...his punch drink. He told Ivy about the party and she told him that she would get back to him on that. In the end she said that something came up and that she couldn't come to his house.As Charles was sat down drinking, he saw his mother approaching him. There were some women and guys his age coming towards his direction. Charles was now thinking. I often wondered if he had ever seen us playing our sex games in the backyard, as thin bushy landscape is all that obscures the view of our adult playground. His second floor had a clear view onto our patio and pool. Hey Tai, how are you he asked? Uh..Im fine George, what's up; feeling my sexual desires rising as he stepped into the house. Well uh, my car is ready at the repair shop and my wife is stuck at work and I was wondering if you could take me there he replied while looking down in. I liked that, just like I had always liked it when he complimented me that way. And it’s possible that the reason I sat down on him the way I did, was because when he had an erection, his balls were exposed, and I didn’t want to sit on them and hurt him.So I sat down “high,” meaning I sat on his stomach and slid down. The idea was to catch that unruly penis and make it lie down under me. That would cover his balls, and when his erection finally went away, (assuming he didn’t play with me, which. The folds it nicely and places it in her jewelry cabinet hidden away. Turns around, kisses me and says she has to get making dinner. After three years of making love and going further and further into black dildos, black porn, and black talk, she is still adamant that it will stay as a fantasy only and has no interest in actually doing it. I do notice at times though where she will go with the fantasy and have fun with it. At a recent stop at Home Depot, we were assisted by a young black man.