Interestingly I discovered people couldn’t see me or even hear me back there. Loading a middle set of shelves two small figures wearing bright red...competition style one piece swim suits approached the cooler. Both standing directly in front of my glass door bobbing up and down on their toes arching cute bare feet, my eyes ran up firm muscular legs to each crotch. The suits wet and tight were high lighting two fat bald pussies. The nearly see through fabric slightly ran into each little slit. " Sharon blinked. "You will?" "Sure. I'll put everything back and let you both go." "You're just giving up?" "What choice do I have?" Sharon shook her head. "I don't believe you." “That's your whole problem: For someone who spent her life studying history and eternity, you don't have much perspective. I can go back because I can afford to wait. I'll still be waiting when you and lover boy are dust in the ground. Some day I'll find a way out. But you? You'll be trapped here until you die,. " Hi, Mr. Greenbourne, mum's sent me round to pick up a package." Sure, I'll go and get it," you said, and went back into the house. Unsure what to do I took a chance; I was feeling so desperate for you again. I stepped inside and closed the front door behind me. "Here we are," you said, your voice coming from a room off to my right. I went in. The parcel was on a table to your right and you had you back to me, fiddling with something on the table. Perhaps you weren't interested? I was gutted.. . and he's stopping a moment. He's looking at me. He's watching my reactions.I can feel his inquiring eyes on me, as well as the intensity of his will to dominate. My heart is pumping so hard that I'm trembling. I think about our conversation about your dark secrets, about that crazy idea that I suggested to you, about my own desires. Then, while I'm looking at this gorgeous African male, I grab the sheets of our bed, and I answer the black man's question by uncovering a free room: a sigh of.