Deshawn parked at the curb in front of my house. I kissed him again. "I think you should come back after dark," I said. "Don't want the neighbors talk...ng about my black honey now, do we? They would know exactly why you are here and what for." "I guess, see you soon," he said rather dejectedly. I left his car and walked up to and into my home. He pulled away from the curb and drove away. His attitude about leaving now and returning later was just of sign of his age. He wanted pussy right away,. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking me up and down. I jumped up and grabbed the blanket that was on the edge of the couch, trying to cover up. I could feel my face getting red, and noticed a bulge forming in his pants. He looked at me with a wicked grin. "Oh shit, sorry lady. The guy said to just open the door and come in. He said he would be right here to grab them." I stammered an apology, and went toward him to grab the flowers. In my haste, I stepped on the blanket edge, pulling it from. She was stroking her strap-on with her right hand with a devilish look in her eye. I knew that this was going to be the night that she pushed the envelope towards meeting D again.I handed her a drink and a lighter, she took a sip and we went out on the balcony and shared the bowl. We lounged in our chairs enjoying the evening and silence of our surroundings. I could tell she was getting so horny, she started stroking her cock again and licking her lips. I took my que and slowly started to strip. "Come on, Jackie," she pleaded, "at least give me a hint what's happened. Happening." I can't, hon. I'm not even sure I know myself; I'm still working on it. Trust me for now, OK? I love you." I love you too, Jackie." At least the tension was out of her voice. "Jesus, my boyfriend is on the lam!" She giggled. I laughed too so she could hear me before I cut off the phone, but it wasn't really all that funny. I guessed it isn't when you're the one on the lam.I hadn't even put the phone down when.