I kissed her. A deep warm kiss. A forbidden lust. I kissed Amir’s naked mom. She wrapped both her naked legs and arms around me and smiled. I looked...at Amir’s dad outside and he returned my glance. Keeping eyes locked with him, I ran my hands through her smooth, silky, waist long hair flowing on her bare back. I grasped her hair and tied them in a lose bun. It rested on her beautiful neck. Now her back was completely exposed.With one hand, I opened the blinds fully and with other hand, I opened. " "I wouldn't say ignorance, just lack of experience. Marie's family understood my being black as they were themselves, but when they found out things like I enjoyed French films, and that I loved hockey, and was every bit as Canadian as they were, they got used to it." "How long had you been there Jean?" asked my husband. "I moved to Montreal when I was 12, at that age, any kid adapts pretty easily. I met Marie when I was 25. I can only imagine if my parents had moved to, say, South Carolina.". Sarah and Ken arrived, carrying a couple of bottles of wine. They both stripped off the few clothes that they had worn. Wendy was the only one not naked. When everyone had a drink Sarah had a question. Andrew, youve never done anything like this before. Whats the occasion? Hoping to avoid embarrassing details about the night before I answered first. Andrew and I took his client to dinner and ended up signing him up for a big contract. But Andrew wasnt having that. He launched into a detailed. We didn’t speak, words were not necessary; as I turned back towards the room she threw her arms around my shoulders and planted a hot wet kiss on my mouth. My arms surrounded her torso and my hands flew instantly to her fine round ass. In the next few moments we had succeeded in groping each other’s bodies as our mouths locked in passion and our tongues explored the depths of them. She pulled at my shirt jerking it up and over my head and reached for the button on my pants. I.