Finally I said yes and hoped that his parents would be cool with having a black man spend a week with them.We arrived late at night and when we walked...in his parents were watching the late show and laughing. They both seemed real cool and his dad and I started to talk about sports. His mom was quiet but then got up and went and brought us back some drinks. When she bent over to give my mine I found myself staring down her white cleavage and then at her smiling face.I wondered if she was coming. Those were the days. Lots of wicked sex. I was a good looking bastard and it wasn't hard to find a geeky tech twink at the clubs to take home for some queer sex. Or I could be the bottom, on me knees in a parking lot or the front seat of a car sucking some stranger's cock and balls letting him come in my long blonde hair or on my face. Picking up chicks, of course, is always harder than finding queer quickies. You gotta have your game on. I had a pretty good game. Sometimes I was in the perfect. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a hammer and a heavy shield. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real world. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious. A well-dressed woman was standing at the end of the line and was looking around, probably waiting for a lunch date that was late. The woman was about her age, mid-forties, and a very attractive blonde. Rebecca asked her if she was in line. “No. Well not really. I’m waiting for someone”, answered the cute blonde. “No problem. Get in line in front of me and your friend can join you when he or she arrives”, politely answered Rebecca.“That is so sweet of you. Thank you”, answered the woman,”I’m.