We assumed it was Paul leaving so Donna and I started walking back to her bedroom. as we went past the living room, I was surprised to see her sister ...heryl had showed up. I only met her sister once a few weeks earlier when Donna and I had gone out to a night club and she was babysitting. We were both very drunk so didn't really have the chance to speak. I remember a bit of the conversation we had, she kept asking me about Donna's ex's and how I compared to them, but I was pretty drunk so I. I had just placed a bottle of my favourite red wine into the basket when a female voice called out, "Why, hello, Danny!" I turned and knew my face had instantly reddened.It was Mrs Johansen, my best friend Jake's mother. Why did my face turn red? Simple! She just happened to be one of the women who set my loins afire. A woman I'd seen so often in visits to Jake's home. I'd seen her in a track suit jogging to the local gym. I'd seen her in tight dresses that emphasised every curve of her. As I was still watching outside from the window, I couldn’t resist the temptation of having a look frequently on my right so as to have a look on those lovely arms which seemed smooth and were all visible till her armpits. As and whenever I looked at her, she always seemed to nearly do the same. I don’t know what happened to me, wanted to feel at least a slight touch of her arms. I slowly stretched the sleeves of my half sleeve shirt a further up and moved it a bit so as to feel just a touch of. Michelle was a white southern belle, and Patrick a black man from the north. The concept of “slavery” and the role-play was intriguing. Patrick’s thoughts were along the lines of a field slave sneaking into the big house while the Master was away. Making love to the forbidden white woman who would sneak peeks from her bedroom window at the slaves in the field. She would daydream of a taboo encounter, being taken forcibly by a Mandingo warrior. However, Michelle’s thoughts were completely.