’ Even as he slid the newspaper along his desk, I was undecided if I wanted to read it. Both of us knew I would, but I was determined to hang it out...until I had, at least, finished my coffee. After all, a man has his principles. My friend just sat and watched me, saying nothing. Sadly there is one thing about being a reporter, curiosity. A word that means so much and can get you into a heck of a lot of trouble all at the same time. It seems a young lady named Cassie Marshal had gotten into a. I took her hand and stood up, she along with me rose and we stepped toward each other and locked our mouths. Following her gesture of sliding her hands over my body, I moved my hands down to her butt and caressed gently, feeling the shape of it, never having done this before. I felt so good that I realized I had much to learn about sex and no matter what, I was determined to find out."Let's go to your room," I said, for a brief second pulling my mouth from hers. We kissed and caressed each. ” “What kind of questions do you ask?” “The usual stuff. Are you a virgin, how often do you havesex. What is your sexual preference. Types of sex.” “You must hear some interesting answers.” “From time to time. I’m always surprised by who gives themore fringe answers, though. I’ve learned you can’t alwaysjudge the package by the cover.” She looked Heather up and downslowly. Heather asked. . “I am, believe it or not, Ebony,” the black goddess said. “I am James if you ladies care,” James said reaching over and cupping Red’s ass. “Oh I care a lot.” Red said climbing into James’ lap. “We are here looking for an open minded couple to join us and a male friend for an evening or two,” Kitty explained. “I like what I have seen so far,” Ebony stated still holding Kitty’s hand in her own crotch. James slid a huge hand up Red’s legs and between her thin thighs. He found her panties and.