You cut to the right of the platform and I'll go left. We can jump to the ground at the same time and run for that tree at the rear of the train. Once...we're there, the tree leaves will hide us some, and we can run for the tree line from there." OK, ya kin tell the conductor what we're doin' soz he don't think that we're runnin' out on him."Jed passed the word to the conductor and joined Al at the door. The door was a little narrow, so they couldn't both get out together, but they were close. Now, I've always fancied making love with a Black man and have always had the 'hots' for Mohammed Ali and Sidney Poitier. Still, I've always been too shy to do anything about it. I started to get a bit nervous about what was to come and when the doorbell rang, I disappeared upstairs in embarrassment. Downstairs, I could hear my husband Jim talking to someone else. Then the door opened and Jim came in on his own, telling me to relax and have fun. He slid my dress off and told me to squat. I asked Julie if her new Ferrari (That Troy was off getting a building permit to add an extension on the garage so she could keep.) and the gift bag she brought back for me were related to that and she nodded affirmatively. She switched the channel to some Light Alternative Music station where we could listen to douches with plaid shirts and acoustic guitars sing-whine about how much they wanted to fuck us. ‘The bag is Helen’s way of saying that she’s sorry about what she did to you at the. Matt and Dawson lived a few houses down the street. They were nice guys, in their early thirties and they lived together since Matt’s divorce. Dawson was a handsome black guy, tall and muscled; my sweet wife had put her eyes on him; but she told me for sure that she had not fucked him…yet…As they arrived, I poured them some drinks.My sexy Ana was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose flannel shirt and a jacket, since she said the evening was a bit cold. As Matt hugged her, he said that she.