“My family was killed a few nights ago as the German bombs flattened my house. I wasn’t home so I made it to a shelter but……….the others did...’t.” she replied as she began to sob. I stood up, moved over to her and sat down next to her, putting my arm around her to console her. “I’m so sorry Rayne, I shouldn’t have asked such a question. This damn war…….so much death all around us. I couldn’t imagine having to live through all these bombings.” I said as I rubbed her back as she sobbed quietly. My hand was soon rubbing on his groin, and typically, he wasn’t lacking in the trouser department! I whispered in his ear that I loved black men, and always have (which is not a lie), and he whispered back that I looked lovely.His hands were soon on my tits as we kissed. I love seeing dark hands on my boobs, something again, from my teens.I undid his belt and he shuffled as he pulled his jeans and boxers down. His cock was about 8” long, really thick, and I could see it was really dark brown:. She stood immediately in front of them as she shucked the wrap off of her body and tossed it at the pole. She wore a short, silky black skirt and a silky black bra.“Who wants a lap dance?” she said.“Charlie,” Alex said.“Are you going to watch, Alex? Or are you going to participate?”“I like to watch,” Alex said.Scooter sidled over directly in front of Alex. “Do me favor, would you? Unbutton my skirt.”She turned to her left. There were three small buttons on her right hip. Alex looked at Scooter. At seven o'clock I started to get uneasy. Butterflies in your tummy, you know. Although recently Jen started to get home a little later, I couldn't remember her coming home after seven.At quarter past seven I stationed myself near the window looking at the street. A stupid thing to be sure. Our cul-de-sac was quiet and a car coming in would be heard from the sofa. The butterflies were making havoc inside my guts. I have been playing with my cellphone for a while. Finally I decided to.