Now the problem was how to find a black guy to help me. I did not want anyone from our area, I was sure my husband would help me, but I wanted it to b... a surprise to him.I went to his stash of "Swingers Magazines." Some of the ads in them were organized by state. I had a glass of wine to calm my nerves and started to make some calls. Some people did not return the message, one or two were clearly not who they said they were, some would not be in town or would not abide by my limits. One jerk. That led to her tan, or lack thereof. She didn't waver when asked by Tom to show them if she'd gotten any tan that day. Erin stood in front of her chair and pulled down the side of her bikini bottom, showing the faintest of lines and lots of hip.It all met with approval from the guys and even a faint smile from Mom, primarily in recognition of the game being played. Kim was somewhat taken aback, however, when Matt asked her if SHE had attained the same results."Oh, no," she exclaimed. "I don't. The mounting had been there for years and the wood was old. Eventually it started to budge and once that had happened, it just became a matter of time. That was something I didn't have much of so I kept at it all through the night, even when every muscle in my body screamed with pain and my wounds tore open again from all the straining I was doing.I ended up on my back lying on the floor of the cell when the eye finally came away from the wood. I just lay there and rested for a bit, too tired. "Only time will take care of that." We returned to our room after breakfast, and the Sisters took another nap. An hour, or so later, there was a knock at our door. Doctor Niall was there when I answered it."Will you be able to look in on the Earl this morning?" he asked."Yes, the Sisters are still asleep. They had a bit too much to drink last night. I can go with you now while they rest," I told him.The Earl was sitting up in bed when we arrived at his bedroom. He was a man of about.