I had always wished to have this kind of girl friend.I had always liked plump girls who are very fair and have beautiful features. We had our dinner b...ck in a hotel and moved back to my house- she had managed to speak to her aunt and convinced her that she was on girls day out freaking crazy with her colleagues. A couple of smses had barged into her inbox as it was late evening and her so called friends seemed to be coming back to their senses. We had opened up by now and I asked her about her. "He stopped suddenly. I thought he feared he had said too much, but Hawk quietly asked, "Please Foster. We don't get to hear much about our new daughter, and your story is very illuminating for Polly and me. Please do go on..."Tom seemed unsure what to say, or how to say it, so Polly jumped into the breech. "Our Angela does make an impression, doesn't she?"Tom laughed, and said, "She showed up at my office one day, with Noah. They wanted to arrange some details with the trust, and make sure. So what kind of boys do you like?"I thought of the boys I'd seen playing soccer. I thought of their hairy,muscular legs. I imagined them playing bare-chested, I imagined theirlean, well-toned chests and their hairy armpits. In my mind's eye, Istared at the bulges in their shorts as I felt something like butterfliesin my stomach."You know what can help you get into character? Just saying 'I am Jasmine,' trust me."She took my hand. I as a bit annoyed at having been distracted from mydaydream, but. As I turned the last street corner I noticed two pickup trucks setting in my driveway. Both pieces were late model four wheel drives, lifted with expensive wheels and tires. I pulled around parked my car into my side of the garage. I entered home through the garage and I could hear voices coming from the back yard pool area.There next to the shallow end of the pool were three black guys. All of them looked younger than me, muscled huge guys.I walked out to see who they were. As soon as one of.