And a misunderstanding. I don't know, it'sa long story. I'm sorry, I was just leaving, happy birthday," I said witha shaking voice while getting up."N.... Come on, don't go, sit down. I wanna talk." Ok.." Tell me the story. Why are you a girl?"I told her the whole story, everything... I was so embarrassed... I almostcried."I see... I mean, it's kinda funny when you think about it! Like a comedicsituation from a movie! And you really do look great. Better than meprobably, haha!" Yeah.. I don't. I've never been with a white man before.", Trisha said in a curious tone. I told her that she was a beautiful young lady and that it wouldn't take her no time to find a guy. "Have you ever been with a black girl?', she asked me with a cute smile and looking at me with those big beautiful eyes. No, not yet., I answerd her with a surprised grin. "Would you like to?", she asked in a sexy little voice. Yes I would, but am I not too old for you?, I asked her being a man in my early 40's. "I love. We were a couple of feet apart, and our eyes were locked as we both pulled off our socks and then slid our pants down.Standing there in just our underwear now, we eyed each other’s bulges. We were both completely hard, my boxers forming a tent over my dick, and his red boxer briefs struggling to contain his boner.“Last layer,” Dylan teased, his sexy voice begging me to pull down my underwear and give him what he wanted. He slid his thumbs into the waist of his underwear and slowly started to. Someone else could have been blamed for it. Did you ever think about that? The point is; George didn't have to chop down that cherry tree. Heck!(apologies again) He probably didn't even want to. That's the kind of power I have.As vile and despicable as these deeds were, I have to say, I even surprised myself with my latest work. I was on vacation away from... (No, I'm not going to say it. I already said two not so nice words in one day, which is my limit. Let's just say it's a very hot place.).