As luck would have it, that was the same night that she left early because there wasn't any work at the office. I heard her come in and panicked think...ng that she'd go to her computer to check email as was her habit. I was quite relieved when I finished in the bathroom and came out to find her putting some groceries away in the kitchen. I quickly closed the internet window and went to give her a hand. We had dinner and seeing as she was home earlier than usual, we took advantage of the extra. I don't know a word of Italian, either. I had nothing in common with the Mariani family."Uhhm, they hardly know me." I admit, that was pretty lame."That's the whole idea, Dal. They want to get to know the guy who's dating me. That's not unusual, you know. Is there something else that's bothering you?" Well," I tried again, scrambling to come up with something coherent. "I'm kind of out of your ... neighbourhood, you know. I mean, I come from a different part of town." You mean my parents'. As the seconds ticked a realization started to dawn on me that my quick and decisive move here was going to cause me trouble, and a big trouble that is. Over years I had also learnt that once you launch an offensive, you have to carry it through without showing any weakness. So instinctually I muttered in a rather stern voice - "I am pretty sure these are yours, Crystal" By now the blood was rushing into my oxygen starved brain, and my grip on Crystal's crotch had started to loosen. I looked up. It felt incredible to be kissed by this big strong black man, having him grab each and every inch of my body, digging his hands into my butt cheeks. Eventually he made his way around to my front side and felt my little dick. He paused for a moment, then simply continued to kiss me. Apparently he didn’t mind that I was actually sissy slut instead of a real girl. After some more kissing I eventually turned back towards the stage, grinding my butt up against his now semi-erect cock. As we danced.