She was the image of intense concentration as she hurriedly flipped the pages of a speckled black composition notebook. Sheila paused for a moment to ...ead the page, smiled, and using a pencil as a bookmark, closed the journal.I did a double take when I noticed the hand-lettered title of the journal: "Things Worth Remembering" A diary? Seriously?The hall was on edge with anticipation as the audience waited for Sheila's next move."Welcome again to deliberations. We have returned to business, and. I didn't think about how the boys might react and I had been taught that that was their problem, not mine...whatever that meant.And I never really thought about sex, again being young and naive I just saw it everywhere - women in little to nothing on TV and movies and everywhere - but never made the connection about how people actually go about fucking each other. Oh how much I've learned.... thankfully so :DSo when I went shopping for my clothes I just never thought much about the kind of. All of this got me thinking about actually having sex with a black man; but as a white wife in the suburbs I wasn't quite sure how to make it happen, or if I could go through with it. After all, I was a white southern girl born and bred. Hell, I wasn't even sure that an attractive black man would want me. My body isn't as tight as it once was, but my chest is much larger. Now I have 44DD breasts, I'm not very tall, and I am a little on the chubby side, I am completely proportional for a chesty. Her C cup breasts and thin curves wrappedtightly in a blue one piece outfit designed to cover as little as theycould possibly get away with. After all, half of magic is misdirection,and Liz made good use of her all her sideboob and sidebutt that theskimpy outfit gave her to distract one half of the audience.With another exaggerated strut Liz approached Matt and wrapped her armaround him as he raised both arms in the air to try and extend theapplause a bit more. After it settled down he began to.