One night she followed him when he left her room. She discover the truth, and it came in the form of sounds– moans of rapture calling from the throa...s of the very black women who served her during the day. At night, their serve was rewarded with the pounding thrusts that Albert had denied her angel body. The aroma of saffron punctuated the voices of passion that came from the Africans. Fay began to wear the spice beneath her clothes, and it was not long before her husband’s driving passion was. She moved around behind me still stroking her big manly cock as herreceptionist friend explored my arse with first one, and then twofingers, loosening me up so as to better prepare me for the huge thickmeat that was about to enter me."Ohh," I gasped as Paula shoved a finger inside me, "that feels greatPaula, your finger feels so nice inside my arse, I can't wait for Tracy'sbig hard cock." Steady there," Paula laughed, "it's going to take a lot to get thatinside you, you'd better be ready for. The closet door was slightly ajar and a single eye peered out of the dark interior. Mum had drawn herself kneeling before the closet with her hands out, pleading. Not many layers in that picture.I smoothed out a few creases on the page where Mum had torn it from the pad. I laid the sketch carefully on the floor beside me and picked up another of the discarded drawings. Mum had drawn herself again in almost exactly the same pose, only this time she was kneeling before an oversized cat. The cat. I know that I've always had affection for her, always thought that she was an incredible person...and incredible woman. An incredible friend.When did it become more than that? And why am I so afraid to tell her that I love her?I can always take the cop-out that I'm scared that anything romantic, anything intimate between us might turn to shit and ruin our friendship. Even as that thought flits across my mind I dismiss it. It's bullshit and it's a rationalization. I know enough about myself and.