I tried my best to hide my erection, but there was still a pretty good sized bulge. I threw a tank top on as I walked out the door and down the hall. ...Aunt Diane, it's so nice to see you, what are you doing here?" I said as I instinctively hugged heard tight and kissed her on the cheek feeling, my bulge rubbing against her stomach. As I pulled away, I noticed her glance down at my crotch before awkwardly looking away. "I brought you some homemade muffins. You're mom told me you moved in today. "Where's Robert?" I asked, to no one in particular. Tyrese lifted the hem of my dress and told me not to worry about him. He assured me he would take good care of me until my "boy" showed up. He slid his fingers into my garter belt and tickled his way toward my inner thigh, causing me to giggle like a schoolgirl. I liked him, despite my longing for Robert. I had only a vague idea yet about how this was going to happen, but things were definitely heating up! Six-pack ran his hand up under. "You don't even know me!" she gasped. Bob was just sitting there, listening."I know everything I need to," he said smugly. "You were a cheerleader, and you're stuck back in the same town you left to go to college. Everybody around here thinks of you as cute little Cecelia or something. You don't even have a boyfriend. Who are you going to date—old high school friends? I'm here to solve your problem. I played a little football in high school, so I know your type and you know mine. This is. So yeah, some are cool to talk to, but in all honesty, for me my preference is and will always be a sexy ass white guy, clean shaven all over, with perfect hygiene, and a small petite white woman with little perky titties, a nice leg gap, with pretty ass toes and feet. That's just my preference. But on these different sites, I became a high commodity seemed like overnight. For almost a month straight, my phone was going fucking crazy, day in and day out. Everybody instantaneously loved.