He was embarrassed because he meant it as a compliment and to say I looked like the actress herself not who she was playing, and she is just about the...best looking girl around. Still, nice as that might have been I knew he soaked me on purpose. So I said “Jack, please look at my face and not my breasts.” Auntie Sarah was very annoyed and beside herself with fury. I knew that just a few days ago Jack had ogled one of Auntie Sarah’s own friends. A woman of 40 who did like to dress like a 20. The next day as I walked along the path towards the clearing, I could see a figure in the trees, as I got closer I could see it was her the woman I met the day before, she was looking around and seamed to be very anxiuos then she saw me and just froze to the spot. As I walked up to her she didn’t say a word I just looked at her and then I said, “ so you made it then? Do you want me to fuck you?” my corseness seamed to turn her on as I continued, “ so you like watching people fuck then, do you. She is always doing that. I can do it too sometimes. I looked down to see Ellie stood there watching her sisters finishing act of this little performance. I nodded an accepting nod then looked back in time to see Sami wothdraw her finger from her pussy and proceed to lick it clean, along with the remainder of her hand. Her other, replaced the gusset of her panties neatly back across the recently stirred young pussy, then reached out for her lemonade glass beside her. Is there any more please?. Laurel used to be one of my favorite librarians. A forty-something, dark-haired and meek white woman. She liked to encourage local authors by setting up panel discussions to which the public was invited. Two years ago, I was on the panel of local authors. People came, and they listened to me as I read chapters of my work. They liked it. There aren’t too many bisexual Black male heroes in western literature. That made my work stand out. Rather than dwell on my characters race or sexual.