If you have suggestions for improvement, please do so again privately. However if you are going to be all judgemental, misogynous, disapproving or bla...antly obnoxious….then please do not read my stories.So let’s start with an introduction.I was born in Mauritius – so technically, that makes me a Mauritian and indeed I am proud to be so. But I am half Mauritian. My dad is Mauritian but mum is a South African of Indian descent. Hence my indian ethnicity from both mum and dad. They met in Europe. "If that's what you want then let's forget this whole thing."Lara stopped playing with Ed's cock to tell me through gritted teeth, "you already told me it was okay johnnie. Now that you learn that you too will have to put out some effort you want to take it back?"My wife was clearly disappointed in my behavior and I immediately regretted it. "Lara, honey, I apologize to you and Ed. Really. I wasn't looking at it like that and I'm sorry I even brought up IVF Ed."With everyone satisfied that my. "Maybe I should have waited a few more minutes before looking for you," she teased as she turned to leave, closing the door behind her as she left.Monica and I returned to what we'd been doing before we were interrupted. When we finally broke the kiss, she asked, double-checking with me, "You really don't mind spending that much to fix my car just to give it away?" Ah, my angel of mercy, I have a feeling that the money we spend to fix your car is just the beginning of what we will spend to help. Then I bought a skirtand blouse and matching sweater. Of course, there was the wig, which afriend in New York determined was right for me. And of course pretty opentoed shoes, a necklace, clip-on earrings and a cute watch.I was set. All I could do was think about the trip, and was scared todeath. Would someone see me? Would someone attack me? Nope, nope. It waswonderful.Well, I did it and it was heavenly. I came back from my all day meetingand immediately did my fingers and toes in Sally Hansen.