I did not know who Anne-Marie's new boyfriend was, since unlike little Sue who baby sat for us, she had never had him come round to our house. OK, Mic... had seen her with the huge negro, King Impala, who all the young white girls were in love with, because of his massive ebony shaft! Anne-Marie though had confided in me that she had a regular negro boy, who was also regularly servicing her needs.Anne-Marie told me that the job was easy to do and wondered why the girls had to the silly exam in. For those of you who don't know where it is, its right next to that tiny little town called Phenix City, Alabama. The same one that Charlie Pride wrote a quasi popular country song about back in the seventies. Anyway, I digress.Lilith told me right up front that she was just looking for a place to stay until she saved up enough money for an apartment of her own. I figured what the hell, at least it would give me a few more months before I had to move into the "Y".She moved in that. ‘Like an angel. She’s got died pink hair and this cute teardrop shaped face. About my height.’ ‘You’re face lights up when you talk about her,’ he commented. ‘And your lap stands up, when I talk about her,’ I observed, putting my hand on his erect cock. ‘Would you like to hear some of the details?’ He laughed as though he were a little embarrassed. ‘Sure. I’ve always been kind of curious about what two women do together anyway. I mean- I’ve seen lesbian porn but that’s made for men and who. Brandy?" I won't say no to that, Baron," I replied and followed him to the fireplace, a delicately crafted marble-lined fireplace, the wood inside creaking and cracking as it burned beautifully. I sat on a very warm and comfortable chair, sporting ivory inlaid arms and green velvet cushions. It felt like enjoying the afterglow of sex, without any sex. Even as my gaze wandered around the room for a bit, I felt for a moment like I was doing intel work for a job.Especially when I saw the high-tech.