In next 5 minute food was ready and then she told “I want to seat on your lap and you feed me”. I was not in a condition to say no. I could feel t...e wetness of her panty below her white skirt when she was seating on my lap and while feeding she took my left hand and placed that over her left boob, which was still very wet and her excitement was also very prominent and her nipple poked out through the thin wet bra and shirt.After finishing the food, she asked me to help her to have some water. I. ” My pulse pounded through me like the rumble of a racing engine. Blue eyes roved over me, lingering on my cleavage; I felt the distinct impression I was being measured, as the contest, and as the prize. My face heated, but I met his gaze with my own. “You shouldn’t be doing this,” but I didn't care. As hard as I tried not to think of thoughts I knew I shouldn’t, I couldn’t help it. Our words might have been about the most basic of things, but my pulse still raced red hot matching my thoughts. Playing you ask? My happiest times were playing with them. Helping them learn to walk, to ride a bike. To throw a baseball and play catch.Buying frilly little dresses for Paula and Billie. Watching them grow and hoping they would have more than I had and a happy life too.There were neighborhood barbeques on Saturday where we all get together.Everyone had known everyone else forever. They grew up together and let me into their little group. I liked them all but there was just something that,. I wanted to prepare Jim for what we might encounter tonight. Jim has shared me with numerous men of all races over the years. Both Jim and I had previously enjoyed black men pleasuring me. There was something visually stimulating seeing the contrast of our skin color. But typically, these were actually college students at a local university. And such, they were educated, intelligent and were of an economic status similar to Jim’s and my own. Denziel was not like these college boys we enjoyed.