We both endured an embarrassed silence, and then I stood up and said maybe I should be going. She also stood up, letting her robe continue to hang ope..., and she gave me a hug, saying how happy she was that we had met and that I would be a perfect apartment mate. I went away with soaking wet panties. I had to get my things together so that I could move in with Em. OMG I wanted her, all of her…I spent the following week organizing my things and arranged with Em to move in on the weekend. Well,. .. Melody would know, I was sure of that. Maybe I should take a picture. Oh wait, I was undercover. I wasn’t supposed to be in contact with the home front. Besides, my phone was with Anaïs. I swear I recognized one of them. It was a Cubist oil painting, depicting a man wearing a chequered jacket and smoking a pipe. M. C. Escher meets Dali sort of thing. Not to my taste, but clearly not an insignificant piece. And then there was another Cubist one, although this was quite colourful. It seemed to. Later that night after a few more bourbon, I was to drunk to go home so I stayed the night at there place. By this time I noticed my boyfriend and some of his mates were passed out, and most of the other had left. Soon only my boyfriend’s sister and I were the only two left awake. She told me to follow her into her room so we could listen to music and she would give me one of her shirts to wear to bed. We had a few more drinks while sitting on her bed when she lent over and kissed me again. She. But maybe I can help you even more. I’ve got a couple of black buddies who just love to fuck white wives." They like the contrast in skin color and the way their thick, black cocks look pushing into a hairy, white cunt. They also like it when a docile white husband gets off watching them fuck his wife and then eats their cum. If your slut wife needs cock that bad, we’d be happy to fuck her for you.”I went home that night and told Linda about Michael’s offer and what Frank and James said. She.