.it was right across the street. By the time I looked up they were gone. So I ordered ONE more drink....and looked at my watch. After 5 min....I paid ...y tab....went across the street..parked a& grabbed my gear and headed to the room. It was a 3rd floor balconey end room. I almost knocked on the door....and decided to just let myself in instead of ruining the moment. Slipping the key in I turned the the knob and slipped in as quietly as I could and quickly closed the door NOT sure of what I'd. " And so the curse was bypassed. One of her sons put on the gold dress,magically transforming into her daughter, and inheriting her magic." But when that daughter - my great-grandmother - inherited the magic, shealso inherited the curse. This was something my great-great grandmotherhadn't thought of, until she saw my great-grandmother only having sons.So to preserve the magical line, this dress has stayed in the family. Inevery generation, one boy tries on the dress and is magically turned. As she edges close to orgasm again she shuts her eyes but can't stifle her moan.It's out of her mouth and it's loud. She rides her hand as she comes, two fingers deep insider her pressing on her G spot. She opens her eyes and sees the couple staring at her from across the distance.She's embarrassed. Doesn't know what to do. The three look at each other from across the distance between the two pools. Then the unthinkable happens. The couple gets out and walks over to her pool. The man is still. We began dating. And my life changed forever.Stacy and I got along wonderfully. In and out of the bedroom. For you see, she wasn't just a very sexy and smart young Black woman. She was also dabbling into BDSM. Once she found out my hidden fetish for Black women sporting strap-on dildos, she was determined to make it come true. One night, it finally happened between us. Stacy and I had a nice dinner, and went to the movies. Then we went back to her place. She lived in a dorm not far from Boston.