So wonderful. So exciting. So sexy! She had no idea what she did to me. No idea at all.I suddenly bolstered my nerve. "I like you more than just as a ...riend." Sure, we're science buddies!" she joked."I mean it, Bethany. I like you a lot." Oh, well ... um," she said. Her voice was still fun but I heard nervousness. "What was the biologist wearing on his first date with a girl?" She didn't wait for me to answer. "Designer Jeans!"I laughed. She successfully dodged the conversation I tried to. My skin is a light brown like warm sand at a beach, or cinnamon, and I was ripped out so much my girl use to say my abbs went on forever. Can't say I didn't love hearing that. As if Id admit that to her. Couple hours after, I stepped into the shower, and had to get to work by 3pm. My boss hated it when I was late. She'd ride my ass if I was late one more time. I got there about 2 minutes after to find a side lipped sarcastic bad boy lecture waiting for me. I'd catch her checking me out after. " The control of his tone wasn't enough to conceal the anger beneath them. She heard that anger very often these days. It was beginning to grow uncomfortable. "I try to talk to you and you're out on the moon somewhere."It was the truth. "I know," she said, "I've just... I'm sorry. I've been so... So busy, and..." That wasn't the truth, unless by 'busy' one meant 'consumed with guilt over sending one's brother to jail, ' but really, Brandon didn't need to know that. He hadn't understood then and. The drive there just took less than half an hour. Jerome had fucked my sensual wife several times in those filthy rooms…Anita was feeling pretty excited during the short trip, because she kept flashing me her shaved pussy, parting her legs and fingering herself on the way to the motel. She wiped her pussy soaked wet fingers under my nose and on my lips but I kept my composure. All I could think about was my hot looking wife, to be fucked by all these unsuspicious black guys at a bachelor.