Kate and Natalie made their way up the front steps and after knocking on the door, they just walked in. ‘Hi Marianne. It’s Kate and me.’ ‘Come...in.’ Marianne yelled out from the kitchen and they made their way through the cluttered house. Marianne was standing in the kitchen wearing gray yoga pants and a gray t-shirt. Her two babies were fast asleep in swings. Kate and Natalie walked over and kissed the babies on their foreheads before settling in the living room. Marianne had already made tea. She had been raised in a very typical Southern home without much intimate contact with anyone of color except those people she encountered at a distance in her daily transgressions. She told of how her mother always told her to treat people equally and always quoted Martin Luther King’s words to her about judging people by the content of their character and not by the color of their skin. Her father wasn’t so visionary. He didn’t like anyone that didn’t look or think like him and he didn’t hide. Unable to push Nick from her mind, Leah felt frustrated. She laid on the couch in her living room, lit only by the glow of flames and listening to the fire crackling in the stone fireplace. Her mind shifted from one stress factor to the next. Nick, the Firehouse, Nick, unpaid bills, and back to Nick. She was driving herself crazy, and she knew it. Leah sat up and stared into the flames, watching them dance and felt like they were trying to tell her something. "I've had it!" she shouted, the. " I closed my eyes and imagined it was his cock about to discharge inside me. In out In out, "OHHHHH OHHHHH."Then it was Sean's turn to cum. His intense spastic moans alerted me and I opened my eyes to watch jet after jet shoot out. Then we both sagged back in our seats, exhausted. I pulled the dildo out, turned it off and put it in my mouth to taste myself. "That was amazing," Sean extolled, "Amazing, amazing, amazing," confirming the song's claims.We sat there for a few moments, caressing.