"No, please don't make me do that for you again, Reggie. I'm married to Dave and this is wrong. You can't keep doing this to us — to me. Dave thinks...you're his friend." I don't care about Dave, baby. I love you and I'm gonna have you. But if you really care about him, you'll quit fighting me. I don't want to keep hurting you and threatening your people."His hand still inside her panties, Reggie observed Christy become tense, her eyes fill with a dreamy haze, and her mouth gape as his fingers. Are you free on Saturday?" Yes." Here is my home address. Please come over around 11:00am, and be sure to bring your math books with you. Your reason for coming to my house will be that you are having some problems with math, and that I had asked you to come to my house as it is the only free time I have. We'll actually solve a few math problems so that you'll have proof. Tell your parents you'll be over until dinner time and will have lunch at my place. Encourage them to call me to verify this. Sure enough a few more people came in, I showed them where we were sitting. I went to the bar to order drinks for everyone. While standing there an older man came up and stood next to me. He asked if it was true what a Scotch man wore under his kilt. I asked him what he heard, he reached up under my kilt and I felt his fingers touch my dick. "Well, he said it is true, he wears nothing under it" I asked him if he had a problem with that, knocking his hand away. He said quite the opposite,. I am refering to my time in Angola, where I spent two years and caught Malaria, but never a STD, which amazes me as I had so many experiences, with so many men. It was a place of rhythm, lots of dancing and going out without knickers and wearing the shortest of skirts, getting pumped-up to the beat and doing the ‘Lambada’ on some Balck Guys thigh, as you gyrated to the music. I can say with complete honesty that in those darkened dance floors, the Black Guys had the wettest thighs, with the.