A bit dumpy, in her 30's, with shoulder-length black hair. She was wearing blue jeans and a red t-shirt, She invited me into her cluttered living room... I sat on the couch, and she at a table with a computer. We made small talk for a few minutes, then, gesturing with my hands, offered the massage. Dierdre smiled and said I thought you'd never ask. I stood behind her, and gently massaged her shoulders and neck. After several minutes, I 'accidentally' slipped my hands down, to brush the sides of. Linda slips me her number just before we walked out and kissed us both goodbye. We get in the car and drive even further up north. Once again I fall asleep in the car and we arrive to our destination. This time it's a hotel. You check us in and we walk to the elevator, our hotel is on the 15th floor. There's no one in the elevator when we get in and you just can't keep your hands off me so you push me up against the wall and pull my dress up and unzip your pants and pull your dick out and slide. I have some news. I'm getting serious about Pris at Ole Miss, and I've had to reevaluate things a bit. I have to step back from the law firm and bank in New York. I don't know enough to do a good job. I need Will's advice on who can run them."Brooke said, "Libby speaks mostly highly of Pris. I hope we can meet her."I said, "We're only got lavaliered last night, but I would like for her to meet you, after you are settled at Summerdale."Brooke asked, "Does she know Will is here?"I said, "She. However, by Tuesday afternoon we had gotten tired of the grandmothers and k**s on the clothing beach and were more comfortable with seeing the widespread interaction of white women and Black men -- and occasionally white men and Black women -- all over the resort, so we headed over to the "CO" beach with Jaye wearing a one piece suit ("It's clothing optional and I opt for clothing!"). We moved down toward a less crowded area that only had a few other people, mostly interracial couples, all.