The chestnut haired lovely picked up her suitcase, toting her shoulder bag high on her shoulder and took the path encircling the house, leading to the...summer house back. Strange, she mused, closing the wire gate behind her and listening to blue jays spatting in chatters high in a tree bough, that nobody's here. What kind of professionalism is that? she wondered, feeling forgotten. Oh, well... she swallowed her pride, trudging on down the path, listening to the dogs yelping and whining in the. When I got back to the table, the dessert had just arrived. I told her that I had a surprise waiting for her in our room upstairs but she’d have to wait to find out what it was. We finished our desserts then quickly headed toward the elevator with anticipation. I was anxious to see the look on her face, and she was anxious to see what her surprise was.When I opened the door I told her to leave the lights off as I took my shoes off near the door. I lit a few candles around the room then stood. Tall and buxom older black ladies with a passion for tight pants kind of stand out. My GF often commented about her big butt not fitting into her pants, but I just kept my mouth shut. I liked the way her butt fit into her tight pants and smiled when I saw her. I also liked the way her huge breasts filled out her sweat shirt. I could tell there was something real big in there.Early one summer morning, when I had the day off and was doing the shopping I saw her in the store. I had to say. What looks like a toothpaste tube. Your head flops back down on the pillow, your head spinning slightly. Your eyesight is still too fuzzy to have read the labels. You hear the door to the room open. I walk in, dressed in a bathrobe from the room, carrying an ice bucket. You glare at me through narrowed eyes. I smile and say, ‘Hey! You woke up! Welcome to my room!’ ‘What the hell is going on here, Red’, you say, anger in your voice. ‘Shut up, sweetness. You know exactly what’s going on’, I say,.