It's about sensations. Reveling in them, absorbing them, savoring them until you can let go of everything else in your world and the only thing that e...ists is what your body feels, and the only time that matters is right now." He raked his fingernails up the back of her thigh to the line beneath her buttock, then immediately followed the same path with the swatch of rabbit fur. He brought his hand down on the cheek of her ass with a hard smack, causing the flesh to jiggle, then followed it with. I microwaved a bag of popcorn, dumped it in a bowl, and brought it back to the couch with me. By now Jason was on his phone, but put it down when I placed the bowl between us."Awesome, thanks!" "No prob" I said, picking up the remote and starting the movie again.The rest of the movie went by but I really wasn't paying much attention. A bunch more stuff blew up, a lot of guns were fired, some new tits were shown, but ultimately I have no idea what happened in it. When the credits rolled Jason. I'd tried to forget everything about my life up to that day, but now they were back. This waiting for the sun to go down reminded me of waiting for Christmas. I felt that same edge of excitement, cutting my patience to shreds. It was torture and I wished I could sleep.Angela had gone to sleep, holding me and smiling peacefully. She didn't move, not even to breathe, just as she'd been in the car in that parking garage. Her skin was cool, although she'd been warm enough during our sex. My own. I thought for sure that he would make some excuse and leave — as I am lean and strong but nothing muscular like this and could not hold a candle in looks to this black Adonis. But, thank my lucky stars that day, he stayed. He introduced himself as Marcus. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and my love of younger black guys, which he found amusing. I couldn’t help but look at his crotch — naturally — and my jaw.