I should remember occasions she wasn’t wearing a net, but I can’t. Lovely? Once brushed, combed, styled, dressed, I have no doubt, her overly abun...ant hair is glorious to behold. This tousled, wind and water blown, wild look is, risking becoming redundant, wild!Noticing the direction of my gaze, she reaches up to pat at her hair. Her breasts lift in this youthful erotic pose, but more mesmerizing is her hairy armpits. Have I been so inattentive, or focused exclusively upon Mom’s genitals, that. It’s not a fashion statement. I don’t care if they make me look like a librarian because that’s a that’s exactly what I am. A tall black man in a dark gray suit. This is what I look like. I don’t have glowing red eyes, or horns, or wings or a tail. I’m just me, you see. My father Haguel was a fallen archangel. My mother Rita LaRoche was half human and half demon. I’ve never been to Heaven or Hell. I’ve lived on Earth my entire life. I hold a Master’s degree in Library Science from Boston. ..Honestly??? So you could?"- ... Dont be mad at me Honey... Please..."I wont if you tell me the truth..." (Of COURSE I WILL BE MAD... But some part of me wanted to hear that she did something and some part did not)- ... I was kissing with Denis... Im sorry Honey!".... WHAT?! Tell me everything from the begginig"- But dont shout at me!- Ok... Tell me now. Story begins" I was drinking with Emily. After few shots Denis and Bart came to us and we were talking about everything, studies, future,. So it’s much closer than my apartment. I help Monday, Tuesday and Thursday practice from 9h30 to 11h30PM (it’s some 16 and 17 high school guys and it’s two groups). I sometimes go to the week-end game but not often.As an added bonus I get a pool in the hottest month of summer and get to watch a bit the women in my old street. There are about 11 houses in this section of the street and a couple a cute women in them. My parent’s house is the second from the corner on the right side.More my age is.