Occassionly he would be naked. And I also saw him masturbating. The first time, he was just sitting on the couch, leaned back, knees wide apart ...ust stroking his cock. I would reach down and rub myself thru my pants. I was so turned on, my stomach was tight. When he would finish, he would shoot his load all over his chest, almost reaching his neck. The second time was the same, except for when I look his face and saw he was staring right at me. I jumped back around the privacy wall. Marguerite was born and raised in Boston. Her father owned a townhouse in the Back Bay, one of Boston’s priciest neighborhoods. Her knowledge about the city’s various ethnic groups and their unique issues was nothing short of extensive. The gal was sharp. I was impressed. Marguerite was even better-looking up close. She looked like the perfect Black woman, folks. The face of singer Alicia Keys, the angelic eyes of model Drew Sidora, the body ( and booty ) of professional tennis player Serena. I knew they were both in love and missed each other terribly. I told Doreen OK but she would have to find a replacement and she could be on her way. Thanked me with a nice kiss. September 16, 1878 – Sheriff Bob caught a cattle rustling murderer in my house. I apologized and my Irish redhead Collen took care of him that night. September 20, 1878 – Total Profit for August after expenses for the house was a whopping $220.00. Cattle drives always make me some good money.September 29, 1878 – Stupid. Her stamps had far less value than mine. But that's the way it goes.We ordered some pizza and watched a movie, with a few hunky guys, but nothing for her to get excited about. She was wearing this blue top cut down to her breasts and she wasn't wearing a bra. Then she had on a denim skirt that barely covered anything. In fact, I caught a glimpse of her white panties with little roses at one point. I wasn't really watching the movie, I was watching her. Remembering back, she seemed to be.