ClaireThe wrapping paper and other debris burning in the fireplace of thebungalow provided both heat and a soft glow that lit the room on thismagical ...ight. It was Christmas, December 25, 1963.Claire and Melissa snuggled close to each other and took occasional sipsfrom their wineglasses. They were both wearing long, warm nightgowns andfuzzy slippers. Their girls had been in bed for a couple of hours; asmidnight approached, they were alone with each other and their thoughts."Ten years. Can you. Our tongue dances with each other, our saliva exchanged with each other… And I put her on the bed.‘I love you aditi, you are beautiful ‘I said while kissing on her neck.‘hey I can’t go further as I am in periods, whatever you want to do you can but don’t fall inside me ‘she repliedI said ‘it’s ok Aditi’ and unbuttoned her blouse.Her boobs were more beautiful than any sculpture perfectly crafted; I hugged her very tightly and felt the warmth of her body.Suddenly an idea came into my mind, I. White and red candles burned along the shelf that was at chair rail level close to 175 candles flickered and lit the room in an erotic illumination. Soft music filled the air, I believe it was Eric Clapton singing a sweet symphony of You Look Wonderful Tonight. My heels clicked on the parquet floor. I surveyed the room, it was beautiful and would be absolutely incredible by dark which was about 30 minutes away. I waited for him to get off work, his instructions tonight had been to come to the. It was not a very subtle ploy, I admit, but it did allow me the perfect opportunity to observe and confirm the ‘target’ had what it takes to be my new boyfriend. So it was that on four consecutive days I had the pleasure of a new black beau who may, or may not, have realised what the endgame was. I certainly had a lot of fun as I conducted my survey but at the end of the exhausting week it was Adewole who was my choice. He was darker-skinned than Charles but he provided everything I had come to.