By this time your third glass of wine has made you a bit warm. I tell you to go change into the custom made lingerie and that will help you cool off. ...hen you return with your open-backed lace you sit by me. I begin to stroke your hair and give you long gental caresses down your back with my large hands. I pepper you with soft kisses on your neck, back, shoulders and arms. I take your hand and kiss the top. I ask you to stand in front of me. I gaze at your amazing sexily lace wrapped body. Then. It’s cool.”“Okay, Did you drive or Uber?”“I took the train and walked.”“Well I have my car,” the refugee remarked. “You can ride with me.”“Sounds good.”The teammates left for the parking lot. They made it to Mahmood’s ruby red metallic 2015 Ford Expedition XLT. They tossed their gym bags in the back and hopped into the front. Mahmood checked his mirrors and backed out. “Go ahead,” he said. “Just be quiet!” He commanded his phone to call Jazz. As he did this, Matt had reached for and extracted. I tell him “yum I love Spanish food!” he laughs and then another Spanish guy puts his cock in my mouth and I take him deep down in my mouth! I stay there for a few seconds all this is going on and I’m beating off to black guys! They’re moving my hands up and down on their cocks! Finally I’m able to pull away and I say “whoever cums last the hood will be their hood! They all agree and I say 6 black guys and 2 spanish guys to go! The other Spanish guy gets on his knees behind me and pulls my. Logistics. My wife. Your daughter. When and how. Many words, many worries and many plans. A plan was made and Saturday night came. You called. The fuses had blown in your house and it was dark and cold. You didn’t have a flashlight and needed someone to come over and help you get to the circuit box in the basement. A story? Plausible, and you were believed as you conveyed it to my wife over the phone, who then, in turn, sent me on my way to your house with a flashlight. Lies. But all affairs.