It was my bride-to-be, Marisa, who said those words three months before our wedding day.I had not be unaware that Marisa was interested in something l...ke this. The topic had come up even as we were merely dating, and hadn't decided to get married; and yet at the time, I didn't take her all that seriously. But as the time approached for us to get married, she reiterated it once again. "If we're to get married, I want a black baby." She added: "But if that's something you don't want, then we. After I finished my beer, I walked into the bedroom and to my surprise, my wife was wearing a blind fold and tied down to the bed, spread eagle with each limb tied to a corner of the bed. My wifes friend was between her legs, licking my wifes bare lips. I had heard that only a woman could eat another woman better than any man. From the looks of my wifes hips and moans it appeared to be true. I asked her if she was enjoying herself and not wanting me to get into the way, she told me to take a. "I don't see why not," I replied. "Nothing wrong with your looks." (A little white lie, but excusable, I thought.)"You're too kind, but I know I'm no great shakes in the looks department," she said."It's not all about looks," I said. "Sometimes it's personality, other times opportunity." So you er ... find me ... um ... attractive John?" she asked, swallowing slightly, her eyes never having moved away from my bulging robe.Dear God! I thought I'm coming 'on' to the vicar's wife."Obviously," I. Lucas drove to his apartment thinking about what he should do about the lost tablet. He knew the owner would want it back, but he wondered how to return it. He parked his car and walked up stairs to his apartment. His roommate, Paul, was sitting on the sofa watching the local news. "Hey man! How was work?" Same shit, different day," groaned Lucas.Paul and Lucas had been friends since college. Both "trust-fund" babies as they had been called their whole lives, were now trying to prove they were.