‘Yes,’ I mumble. I feet his right hand lift up my skirt in back and feel his bare hand on my ass. It is nice. I push back against him. He taps my ...ehind ever so slightly. It is soft enough to be a pat. His hand make a soft sound. ‘Jack,’ I say. ‘Ummm.’ ‘You know that treadmill in the other room?’ ‘Yeah,’ he says as he runs kisses across my neck. ‘I’m up to five miles a day. I’ve got one of the most toned asses in Cincinnati. It can take more than that little, baby slap you just gave me.’ He. Until it was far, far too late to save her for his own! ]When Cindy had gone down to Florida to see her mother, and her daughter who was staying with her, she had no idea that before she left that she'd end up fucking the black guy who lived right next door, and more than once, and that she'd end up exchanging phone numbers with several other black men she met while there; but that was exactly what transpired!Now she was back in New York city (at least for a while), and she was badly missing. She had worked very hard, almost to the point of exhaustion, but it was finished and to celebrate her creation and the fact she was about to become forty. I threw a big party, inviting all of our friends as well as many local people we had grown to know and trust.The party was a brilliant success. So many kind gestures of gifts and well wishing, but one gift turned out to be better than all the rest.Bernard came into our lives. At ten months old, he was already almost fully-grown into a very. No I was just looking for a nut" he said, (seriously that's what he said) holding a bolt out for me to see. He had turned slightly toward me as he spoke, my face was at cock level and I was looking at the front of his pants, "maybe I could help you find it" I offered looking up at him. "I really hate it when I can't find what I'm looking for" he said. Staring at the out line in his pants I said "sometimes it's right in front of you" then looked up and smiled coyly. I started to stand up, as I.