That scene was very hot…I could see her midriff and she was wearing her blouse. I could see her perfect figure. And I rushed out of the house before...she could see me that was the beginning of my lust..After that whenever, I could find free time I used to be at my aunt’s place and slowly we became good friends…I used to help her out in the kitchen and keep talking some rubbish with her…but I did not know how to make the first move I used to tell her that she was very beautiful even after giving. The first touch of her warm, hard tounge on my pussy sent me into orgasm, my hips bucked, my muscles twitched & my juices flowed over Julies tounge & into her willing mouth. It was so long since I had been touched sexually by another person & never by another woman. Her fingers eased inside me, slowly at first then into a faster rythm, her full boosoms now pressed firmly against my own breats, "Matts gone for a run" she wispered in my ear as she kissed my neck. My fingers now squeezing her. You stay together. You build a life. You somehow beat all the odds, all those insurmountable obstacles. “One of you will still go away. One of you will die. And there is nothing to be done. You’ll watch them get sick. You’ll care for them. You’ll watch them die. Someday it will happen. If you beat the odds, and find each other, and stay together, impossibly, and build a life, it will still happen. One of you dies. Always. That’s how it works. Just inevitably fucking dies. And the other one is. She always sat them on a sofa across from her chair and from her higher viewpoint they always seemed to be so muscular; so confident and, with their forced posture of having to spread their legs, so well-endowed, she speculated. The downside of the job was that she found it to be very difficult making a job offer when every Black male candidate she met with seemed to be so right. She assured the disappointed ones that they would be kept on file and whenever a suitable post came up that they.