’ ‘That, for sure. They could have shared what the younger one had.’ ‘Never thought of that, … but you did.’ ‘Only now.’ He had to rel...ght his pipe. When it was burning again, his friend murmured: ‘I wasn’t going to ask, but it’s been years …’ ‘I was afraid you would … – have been for years. No, we didn’t, and I don’t know about her ‘tobacco.’ We kept our pants on.’ ‘Hm-hmm! That wouldn’t have ruled out the other, but I believe you. They exchanged smiles, both apparently pleased to have. Janice tore herself away from massaging Jacob’s cock and turned her head. “Herb, I think we are ready to eat.” Herb, with no hesitation stood up and waited for their guests to follow his example so that with Jacob leading he could show the way to the table. Simone and Janice had extra assistance when Oskar and Zaire took it upon themselves to hold their arms. As they passed by Herb and Ian Janice gave her husband a slight smile which spoke volumes.There were six places laid at the table. Simone. After the fun with the tan lines, she experimented with melanin"tattoos". The effect was similar to a henna tat, but "all natural." Thatcould be fun to do at the party. She played with varying her skin tones, and some of her features. Shedarkened her skin as far as she could, and decided she looked like ananglo girl in Australian Abo body makeup. She lightened her skin,thickened her lips and nose a little, and looked a little more Afam.Other than her hair. She knew she could grow it out any. But she cooled it, thinking this was the most genuine guy she’d met in the last ten of her thirty years (a lie, she’d thirty-eight and was born Zelda Franks in New Jersey). Within the hours people in the bar-restaurant watched in shock as Zelda McDowell – the hardest-nosed bitch in Hollywood with four failed marriages under her belt, was crying and kissing and hugging Freddie who ordinarily never allowed a woman to touch him. Later Freddie watched Zelda walk out, ass swaying, and wondering why.