. different, and yeah, you're a brat, but you're my brat. I've felt... stuff for you for a long time." I couldn't quite take it in and yet, I was smil...ng. I loved Matty, too, but he never told me that he did. It was just an un-written truth. And Matty was gorgeous. A torso crafted in the model of the statue of David and a head lifted off Chris Hemsworth's shoulders. I couldn't lie to myself or Matty. I wanted him. Very much. "Sleep with me tonight," said Matty and with that he kissed me full on. Natalie’s father, Boston Police detective Matthew O’Shea was a true Blue Blood. Fifth or sixth generation Irish-American cop. Yeah, there were differences between them. Yet he, Sebastien, had been young enough and foolish enough to believe they could overcome those differences. He hadn’t realized that some things never changed. Even in liberal Boston, home of Massachusetts first African-American Governor, people frowned upon seeing Black male/White female couples. Even in the age of Obama.. She came back laughing and looking flushed and then we danced slowly, arms entwined, that was always when she'd tell me about it."I want to see him again" she whispered and I felt my cock rising, "Can I darling?" You know you can" and she kissed me gently,"He's got my panties in his pocket" Did he fuck you?" Only with his tongue" she replied softly, "But I'd like him to come for dinner one night soon" Just for dinner?" Well" she laughed, "You know" then she licked my neck and whispered, "He. . ah, of course. I remembered, and I opened my eyes to find myself face to... well, staring at my own pussy.“A little wake-up cunnilingus,” I wondered. “Sure, why not,” and got myself off for a nice start to the day.Then I picked my head up, and started the day.Breakfast was an awkward affair, and I decided not to risk hot coffee, but I was getting the hang of being in two pieces. I don’t know if it had increased my libido, or I was just playing because I could, but I was thinking about sex far.