" Good. I'm only about half dressed now, but I want your opinion on the entire package. Come on in and tell me what you think."With an invitation like...that, I didn't need to be asked twice. When I opened Monica's bedroom door, I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed facing me. All she had on was a pair of spike heels and a thong. Her big tits thrust straight at me like twin cannons. My cock began to rise as soon as I saw her.A huge grin appeared on Monica's face when she saw my reaction. "Oh. She leaned over and kissed me. She sat on the bed and let her robe flow open, she was completely naked. She slid over and lie next to me, we kissed passionately and desperately. She had dirty blonde hair, sun tanned skin, she was a runner, tight bodied. She had the abdominal lines on her stomach and b breasts. I am wearing only boxers which she relieves me of. She begin to work me with her hand. I break our kiss and begin nipping, down her cheek, her neck, all the way to her breast. Sun tanned. .." She smiled a bitter smile, "Come on. You can do better than that! What happened to the creative girl I fell in love with?"I frowned. I was almost crying now. I really did not want to lose her. Everything I did though was just one more fuck up. I couldn't seem to breathe without fucking up. The story of my damn life."I'll do anything to make it up to you baby, really and it won’t happen again."She stepped closer to me. “You are so fucking right it won’t happen again and you are going to. "It was obvious that whatever they were planning had something to do with the riots that had been going on in a small scale for the last several weeks. This negro tanking to Duke seemed to be an intermediary between Duke's gang and someone else who was running things on a much broader scale. Susan could see also, that the union between the two groups was very shallow, and was not being done on Duke's side for any particular social or philosophical reason. It was being done because he and his.