Aunty was closing the door after I got inside when her neighbourhood friend walked by. They sat on the sofa and began to gossip about the current even...s.I followed my cousin sister to her bedroom and sat on the computer chair, while she rested herself on the bed. Her pose was that of a newly married wife who is teasing her husband to come and fuck her.As we were alone in the room, I casually slid my hand in the trouser and began to scratch my balls. I was watchful of the loud conversation. ” As she spoke Amélie drew her hand down Sandrine’s flank under her shift. Sandrine chuckled. Her chuckle turned to a murmur of approval as Amélie’s hand passed across her bottom and lingered for a moment.“Yes, I am,” said Sandrine. “Definitely black.”Amélie kissed her and the two were silent as they prolonged the contact. There was no need for fancy gestures or energetic ones. They were experienced lovers who knew each other’s desires. It was easy for them to raise the temperature little by. One day as I was working in my yard beside the road, one of the young neighbor ladies passed by on her way to the main road. She waved and gave me a nice smile, I waved and returned the smile. A while later she returned up the road. As she drew abreast of me she stopped and began to comment on the work I was doing.I introduced myself and we talked awhile. I found out that her name was Wanda Barnes and that she was recently divorced with two small school-aged children and that she had moved in. "I'm sorry we can't do much with him, but if there is a next time..."Before we left the apartment, I held her in my arms and told her I would always love her. She cried, said she loved me too, and our final kisses were wet with our tears.We went over to her place to face the music together. I tried to take all the blame; we apologized profusely, but neither Dad nor Louise seemed upset at all. In fact, they just said we'd looked happy, so they'd let us be.Will wonders never cease? We'd been so.