Instead, she'd made up her mind to have ONLY black men's babies, and, more than that, but she only wished to conceive with African males. She was adam...nt about that, and already being quite in love with Mara, I never objected it.One of the things I love about my wife is her tenacious commitment to doing something significant against what some call 'white supremacy', or simply 'racism.' She'd felt this was growing up, as time went on, she felt more and more determined to do something significant. By 1100pm it became painfully obvious that my tossing and turning wasn’t going to end anytime soon. My anxiety was at its peak with my head and heart feeling like they were going to explode. Crawling out of bed, I threw on a hoodie, slid my feet into my sandals and grabbed my keys. I’ll be damned if I was going to let Charlie’s silly request make me go crazy like this and not talk to him about it. I had to talk to Charlie. During the 20 minute drive to his place, I cried, yelled and laughed. I. Jake left his dad and the Thorntons and drifted over to where a decidedly uncomfortable Brad Simmons stood. Brad, who was Debbie’s escort, was as nervous as the debutants. The two talked football until the announcement came for escorts to report to the anteroom and guests to the ballroom.In the anteroom, Jake moved to stand next to Melissa. She was beautiful, of course. Her Mediterranean features and dark hair set off her pink satin gown. She was tanned and shapely and her dress accentuated her. My body quivers as my hands move slowly down imaging them to be yours, cupping my breasts, my nipples rolling between my fingertips as they harden. Down my belly, slowly stroking hot flesh, soft, yet burns with desire. The image of your face, watching me as your lips trail hot moist kisses across my stomach, uncontrollable trembling at the thoughts racing through my mind of you, my hands continue a fiery trail downwards. My head gently tossing against my pillow as my hands caress my thighs,.