“You must know where there’s a decent romantic restaurant around town?” Trisha asked.“I know where there’s a few,” he replied, finally let...ing his eyes look at her very deep cleavage.“Perhaps you’ll let me treat you to a nice dinner out as a thank you, provided you’re allowed to date a passenger,” she smiled, knowing his eyes were on her low cleavage.“There’s no rule saying I can’t.”“You can’t! You can’t, he’s mine and he also belongs to Karen!” Abby’s hand gripped his tighter, her tits. At this one party, all the men seemed to be paying attention to this one black lady. Deep dark olive-tone skin, gold tooth, bad perm, big belly, big fat ass. Anywhere else she wouldn't have even gotten a first look. But tonight, she was the "it" girl. There was something about her, I don't know what it was, that was bringing all the men to her.One guy stepped up to her. She smiles, flashing that gold tooth at him. They whispered at each other for a little bit, and started rubbing up against. If he laughed like this he was truly amused, and present in the moment. ‘Aren’t you all cold?’ he wanted to know. ‘Hence, this,’ the young man explained, indicating the weed and raising his eyebrows. ‘Not exactly beach weather, I know.’ ‘Last year it snowed,’ the young woman added, leaning down to chat with Shari. She seemed not in the least concerned about her nakedness. ‘I was on snowshoes. Just once I wanna have one of these on a tropical island, or something, in summer.’ Shari nodded. "It's nice. I appreciate the hospitality. This house, it's so ... I don't know." It's from the fifties. When Uncle Josh bought the property, he had to sign a contract that he would preserve it. It was built after a plan by a famous architect, Ludwig Mies van der Rohe. Uncle Josh lets me rent it and it's just great!" Why didn't your uncle use it?"Melanie made a face. "I don't know exactly. I guess his fiancée wanted a big mansion to entertain guests, and he went along. The big house wasn't even.