If you are interested then visit the site after this story. Telling about myself, my name is Sathya 27 from Andhra. I am 6.2” tall, pale brown and w...igh 90 kgs. I am a mechanical engineer and working in a reputable company.I was born in a very religious, respected and rich family when I grew up my parents were very strict in any adult oriented matters. They always send a person with me whenever I am going to a cinema and they didn’t allow any girls to talk with me as everyone there knows me. Quite a few of them were proud of their Black heritage and identity. V.C. is a member of Alpha Kappa Alpha, the well-known international sorority for Black women. V.C. also has some truly remarkable friends. Intelligent, beautiful and simply amazing young Black women from all over. Her best friend Rashida O’Neill Mohammed is half Irish and half Somalian. A tall, slim, Caramel-skinned and long-haired young Black woman. She’s alright but I don’t like this much milk in my coffee. Another close. Could she have really planned a surprise for me? I suppose. I couldn't ask her so I left it up to her how far she'd let this go. He inched closer to the bed."This is perfect. I wanted to see her muscles relaxed, unposed, so sleeping is perfect. They say the sleeping mind is about as suggestible as the hypnotized one. Let's find out." Wearing nothing but tented short sports shorts and a Tee, he was unlikely to disturb her noisily or signal his closeness. He feathered her bare back, down her. The container, in turn, opened to reveal the outfit Tara would need for the game, and what looked like a small earpiece that she quickly fitted into one ear. As she lifted the outfit out of the container, a sharp intake of breath gave away her surprise. A white, fairly ordinary looking, sleeveless top. A pair of yellow, relatively baggy sports shorts. Tara recognised the colour choice. It was the colour of her running gear the day she'd rightfully beaten Sasha at the athletics meet, and left.