With one quick motion, I whirled around, stuck my finger to his lips and whispered"Shhhhhh, stop talking" I said with a smile. "Your being really kind...but curfew isn't long from now" He looked surprised but took the hint. I stood on my tip toes to bring my lips closer to his. I had never been with a black man before. I know my dad wouldn't approve and that made it more exciting in a strange way. Our lips joined and our tongues twirled together. His long arms wrapping around me.We paused just. .............Are they out on a hen night ?”........“Lucky bastard, I bet he's paid for them, they look like hookers !”. I felt Gina tense at the last comment, I knew she was hurt from the insult. I just whispered up to her,“Turn round slowly, let him see your t-shirt”. Gina turned to face the voice, breathed in to show her 42DD's at full effect and purred, “Sorry boys, not hookers. Check the t-shirt, I just got engaged to this dishy little hunk !”. Gina turned back and we heard from behind,. Atmosphere was delicately balanced it was time for the prey to enter the lair. Walking into the living area I noted it was letter perfect. ‘Welcome Bart right on time a plus.’ I smiled as I leaned in for a kiss on the cheek. ‘I couldn’t let myself be late for this evening Angela. You have had me so intrigued. How beautiful you look. I love the zebra print. What a beautiful place you have here. Dinner smells deliciously.’ Bart was nervous. We sat down on the sofa close he could smell my scent I. A few hours came and passed and I could tell she was getting restless and irritated. She probably was thinking I had forgotten my statement from earlier. I came in from the garage and made the comment I needed to wash off and shave cause we had plans to watch the Superbowl this evening. She kinda gave me the woohoo big deal nod, letting me know she wasn't too happy. I went to the bathroom and started to clean up. I took a quick shower and upon drying off, I grabbed the coconut oil and covered.