My own unshared fantasy had always been to ‘be blacked’, myself. I had to admit to myself I was a little envious of her.All this was going th...ough my mind when three black youths wondered into the room. They tried desperately to appear hard, hip and intimidating but actually only managed to look so young I wondered what they were doing out that late at night. They sat down on the opposite side of the room and gave me the eye. If I say so myself I am attractive and despite the cold. Allowing my now smaller hands to touch and feelthem. They were full and round and the nipples were of the dark browncolor and the longer I was looking at them the harder they werebecoming. I shifted away from my breasts I had too or I was going tobecome aroused to the point where I was going to have to do somethingabout it and I wasn't ready for that. My hair was red and not just anyred but that coppery red that women who want to be a red head couldnever get. My eyes were the deepest green. If you kept moving down you would find her legs that where muscular and tight from years of sports and running. Her ass was also muscular and firm. However her body paled in comparison to her face. I don’t know what it is about her face but just thinking about it gets me a little horny. As I had one hand taking care of her chest I let my other hand wonder. After roaming her hip and back it settled on her nice ass. At first I just let my hand move over it enjoying the feel. Then I took a cheek. "I didn't mean that... , " she stopped mid-sentence.I slid from the car seat, causing her to step back. We both turned when the door opened and Evelyn called out. "Jason, I'm cooking waffles this morning," she said laughing as she spoke. She knew I thought her waffles were the best in the world, my favorites for the fifteen years she worked for our family. "Eleanor, there are plenty, come along," her tone was directive.Evelyn didn't give us a chance to linger; she waited at the doorway for us.