I'll get it myself. Want any? A refill on your coffee?"He just nodded and I poured him a new cup. Black as his soul as he likes to say. That is his co...fee. He teases me all the time about all the stuff I put in there. He calls it "dessert" not coffee.I took a sip of my wine and realized that I had stalled long enough and better started talking."Babe, Terry my love please, please believe me that I did not – no sorry, that is not true. Yes I lied to you when you asked me if I have a master plan.. Ok locked the doors sweety we’re almost home.” Placing the phone back he stepped on the gas pedal speeding the Expedition up. Mrs. Logan looked at her husband questionably, fear creeping through her, as her husband took her hand into his own, “Ashley and Vicky were out in the woods when the heard a gun shot come from the house, and then screaming. They hid and then they heard leave the house and leave. They’re inside right now but both doors were open. They are ok right now.” Mr. Logan. This day, he never said that, and loved everything that we did together. He told me he knew that as long as we had been together I always tried every night to start sex, that he finally realized I was going to do it anyway, so he might as well enjoy it, and plus his friends had found out and told him he was crazy, because being with a lot of women, they don’t want sex when you want it, and to have someone that wants sex all the time, you better enjoy it while you got it. Because if he didn’t go. ......................................................................................................................................Now on the way to the bedroom, about halfway there, I stopped him then turned and embraced him. I told him, "hunny, if this is what you really want me to do then, please, don't say or do anything to mess things up with Bruce." "Because if this is what you really want me to do then this is the only black man I will do this with." He said "yes this is what I really.