He quickly answered yes.I opened the door and we walked in; Helena said: “About time already”.I turned to the black man and said quietly “Shhhhh...”, as I walked over my loving friend and looked at her pussy, which I could see her juices were visible…I bent down on her and gave a quick lick. “I will be here in a minute” I said as I motioned for the black man to go in the bathroom.When we were in I said “Strip off” as he took his shirt off and then his trousers I could see he had a large cock, at. He kinda looks like the cage fighter Urijah Faber and as we were chatting the words "ex boyfriend" slip out of my mouth and with that, thats all he needed. So he invited me back to his place for a few drinks and a few blocks later we enter his house. We made some Tequila sunrises and went up to his room and he started to massage my tense muscles and then all of the sudden quicker then you could say "flaming fag" he got this look in his eyes, ripped my shirt off and started sucking and kissing. ”“What?” Donna glared at Bren. “You’ve got your Grandmother lying for you.”“I’m not his grandmother. I’m his personal assistant. I’ve worked for him for thirty years.”“He’s nineteen!”“No, he’s not. That’s what we’re trying to tell you.”“NO!”Bren stood. “Show her.”“Are you sure?”Bren nodded.Gram’s hand blurred. A sledgehammer busted his chest.The world went black.Searing pain flashed through him. He sat up. “You shot me three times.”Grams smiled. “You raised your voice to me this morning,. When, later in life, women were available, I didn’t find men attractive to me under usual circumstances.“But as might be relevant here, I once had a woman point out that I definitely liked watching women with one another -- why shouldn’t she enjoy watching men, and then having me facilitate it? I couldn’t give her a reason not. That established that for me, if a woman wanted me to play with a man as part of group sex, and she participated enthusiastically, it was fine with me.”“That’s probably.