This would be their last night together. They both knew it, were both saddened by it, but both treasured it as a priceless gem. He brought the red ca...dles from the bath, setting them on the dresser and lighting them before starting the music, the soft strains of a lone Celtic flute. She stood and watched, warming and smiling at the smallest details that he remembered and tended to: the candles, the music, the wine. He was making it perfect for her . . . for them. Returning behind her, he. I hoped she was, because that meant she might be thinking the same thing I was thinking. While she was taking the pork chops (I love pork chops) out of the oven, I checked out those tits. Her nipples were standing tall, like proud little soldiers, and they must have been an inch long. Where in the hell did those come from? I had never seen such large nipples before, and I sure had never noticed them on Mary. She appeared to have a light bra on, but that didn't stop those nipples.She caught me. His fingers tightened on the nipple and he rolled and tugged. I felt his stiffness flex at my back, the camera clicked and clicked.Jalen's head was in between my legs and his probing tongue was opening me, darting into me. Oh fuck, what am doing, what am I going to tell my boyfriend? He'll leave me for sure if he finds out. What am I going to tell my parents? They'd disown me if they knew I'd been intimate with a black man, never mind two at once. What was I doing? I was petrified but. Ein Mann ging durch den kleinen Gang und trat an das Fenster des Wagens."Wie kann ich dir heute Nacht helfen?"Rick lächelte den Wachmann nervös an, als er antwortete. "Wir sind Mr. & Mrs. Rick Miller."Der Wachmann sah auf seinen Block, fand ihre Namen und beugte sich vor, um Jen anzusehen, als er antwortete. "Können Sie mir den Sicherheitscode geben, den sie erhalten haben?"Rick sah zu Jen hinüber, die in den Papieren herumfummelte und sie Rick gab, sobald sie sie gefunden hatte."Hier ist es..