Allow a black man to touch her down there.That was impossible!Meanwhile his hands continues to circle and smooth. His face remained impassive as he ap...lied more oil on his hands. Then he moved higher, his hand moving over her stomach in slow easy curves. She relaxed. He was not going to grope her. So many Africans would have done. She did not know what she would have done. She cursed to herself as she realised a dark primitive side of her was regretting his failure to fondle her.His hands. These guild members simply travel the world in search of adventure, fame, fortune, glory, and sometimes, the earthly pleasures. The two founders of the guild had rocky beginnings, and found a place of happiness in the form of adventuring and the occasional mercenary work. One of them is the human battlemage, Cesar Iglessias; while the other is the High Elven Archeress, Janissa Lyssandra. The two had run into one another in a small tavern outside of the Great Sulphur Wastelands, doing some. The soft sand made the walking difficult, but we made it to the back patio of the beach house. A few of the pep Nazis were hanging out on lounge chairs catching the rays, but barely cracked an eye at us walking by.The kitchen had six large coolers full of drinks on the counters, a keg in a black trashcan full of ice, and the fridge was full of submarine sandwiches that had been sliced into three inch sections. After we stashed our beach bags under the stairs, we went into the kitchen to wash up. Fran was only 5’1, the same height,her hair was also dark brown and curly and just as friendly.Sharon was a very pleasant woman even though Kyle left her it didn’t seem to change her. Having her work made it easier to sneak over and clean her yard before doing ours. Then I would watch her reactions when she came home.One afternoon she came home before I had finished our yard and walked right up and ran her hand through my hair. “So you're the one that has been keeping my house looking.