On Saturday, I carried a load of laundry up to the bedroom and started to fold the clothes. I looked out and saw Otto and waved to him and he waved ba...k. I went downstairs and told Jerry I needed to show him something in the bedroom. When I took him to the window and pointed at Otto, I told him that was our pool guy. Jerry stared and said he looked like a hunk and I agreed. He turned to me and asked if I was had considered making his fantasy come true. I asked if he was serious and he said yes.. The pictures were 3 x 5 so good viewing. I would keep them hidden away so I could look at them when I wanted to from time to time. Yes even I had to masturbate once in a while.In our living room we had a coffee table in front of our couch that had a glass top with a lower level for storing things. So I would store the photo albums on the lower level of the coffee table of various trips or outings. When some of our friends would stop by for a drink or to smoke we would be sit on the couch. Their greatest feat? They’ve gotten the Black woman to turn against the Black male and see him as a beast of burden as well. While the White woman encourages the foolish Black woman to destroy her Black husband, her Black boyfriend, her Black son and her Black father, the White woman sends her White son and her White daughter to college so they can become the rulers of tomorrow’s society. Black women who turn to White men for love and solace are indeed foolish. The White man sees the White. As their pussies rubbed under the water, Wanda pulled Anne’s upper body close to her own. Their breasts mashed together, and Wanda lowered her head onto Anne’s shoulder. A slight head tilt, and Wanda’s mouth caught Anne’s earlobe and started sucking. Anne just purred with delight, as the girl in her arms started to make love to her. Anne knew she wanted Wanda in her life, and had planned the evening carefully. Still, a surprise like this bath was always acceptable. Anne’s mind soon stopped.