The picture can speak down the generations, where your memory and words can’t. An image is a point in time; your memories of him are a whole series ...f mental images. The point about the art image is that it coveys the essence of what he was. The way his eyes twinkled and his face lit up when he was happy.His smile in the image; the way he looks out at the viewer, all tells you he is a man to admire or love or be afraid of. A good artist can do several pictures of the same subject, with each one. I asked her how her night had been and if she enjoyed being fucked by someone else. She told me that she had a fantastic night and she told me how it went. The guy’s name was Rob, he was 27 and worked as a lawyer for an international law firm. He was only in town for the night and then he was flying back to the US. She said that it was obvious that he worked out and he made her laugh (something that is more important to Jen). She told me that after she got off the phone from me that she went. Then I hugged my sali tightly and I could feel her heartbeats. Suddenly I felt her hand on my back and pushing my body inside her. And then she started kissing my face. I felt her hand on my head and she guided her lips to mine.I started sucking her lips. I put my tongue out for her to suck and she just took my tongue between her lips and started sucking on my tongue. Then I put my hands inside her top at the back and was rubbing her bare back. I broke the kiss and went down to her neck. I gave. "I want to date you, Robert. But, I have to be honest with you...if we do keep dating, I may also see other guys." Black guys?" He asked, suddenly becoming noticeably more eager acting."Yes," I replied. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I didn't want to be dishonest with him, or deceitful; and if me seeing other guys (and other black guys) was a deal breaker, it was better to face that now, instead of later on. In fact, I had plans for later that same day to meet up with a black guy I'd.