She felt the lavender soap added to her appeal. It occurred to her that she had never prepared for any man in her life as much as she had for his guy ...ho she met the day before, but she knew why. It was all so forbidden; her parents had always looked at mixed-race couples with utter disdain; white women with black men were wanton sluts. That was just what she wanted to be: a totally wanton slut. Her anticipation of being submissive and on her knees, sucking his big black cock had her shivering.. The full moon was peeking through and the glare off the snow was wreaking havoc on their low light visors, washing an already surreal scene away in flares of light so bright they were painful.She gripped her rifle just a little tighter, her heart rate creeping upwards a bit as she contemplated the coming battle. She had been waiting for this day for a long, long time. It had taken all these years to get in a position where she could act decisively, and even then, it had also taken the death of. Rich looking at our greasy hands and trickling sweat nodded sharing my view so off we go. I follow Rich to the main bath and he says, if you don’t mind we can shower here and save time. As I got to their main bath for the first time, I see this shower that is big enough for four people – it’s huge. I shrug and say well there are two heads and it like going to the gym right… So he gets in first and starts washing off, I take the last of my clothes off and walk in the steam filled enclosure and. ”“Ssh, Roger.”She kissed him again. This time his hand found a small breast, where his thumb slid across an upright nipple.“Mmm.”He stroked her and she squirmed against him, against his hardness. He moved his hand to her bottom and pulled her against him. When they broke the kiss she giggled.“You’re a good kisser, Roger.”He knew enough to keep quiet. Sophie rolled away from him and put her hands behind her head. He resisted the urge to lean close and kiss her nipples and lick the sweat from her.