They didn’t say much after that, just getting up to pee before falling back into bed and sleeping, legs and arms touching and happy at the other’s...presence.The next morning Edy was up first, happy to hit the shower and wash off the excesses of the previous day and night. Yet she had only just finished with her hair before the bathroom door opened and her paramour entered the shower, wine bottle in hand. Edy joked that it was early in the day to begin drinking, but Don silently kissed her neck,. I’m not attracted to white men over 40, and I’m not dating them anymore. Really, it’s not them, it’s me...black men love she males in sheer nylons and spiked high heels..,that's my secret power.BBD*= BIG BLACK DICKSThis is What happens to a sissy under the influence...There is a black guy named Blkice2u,who has been talking with me for awhile I wasn't too interested because I was still on the edge about meeting up and taking a real cock. About a week ago I was under the influence, dressed like. Maybe Rota wasn’t anything like Guam. Rota wasn’t all that far... 47 nmi (nautical miles) and the wind was in our favor.West Harbor Marine could and would supply us with diesel but ... Kohatsu, the diesel engine and implement supplier, would sell us fuel in refillable seven gallon yellow plastic jerrycans at half the price ... and we could keep the drums. Even better, they delivered ... so. Instead of refueling our tanks, we bought the 24.5 liter containers and lined the bulwark safety lines. We knew of three, but there had to be many more to support what we imagined their operation to be. Arbitrarily, we decided to head north this time to see what we could find. I was flying with Joe this time, and we were the lead plane. Joe was the pilot, and I was the spotter. It was my job to find an area being worked, and Sam in the second plane was to sketch it on his map while Bill did the flying. Sam and I were the ones who were supposed to do any shooting if it came to that.We found that.