They were having a party. I walk past them and out to the car, and drove back to my moms house. I used my key to get in. Looked like nobody was home. ...ll lights were turned off. I took off my heels not to make any noise. The floor heating felt good on my hosed feet, since it's freezing outside. I walked up the stairs and to my moms room. I heard the tv on in there. So i knock gently. “Mom, Are you home?” No answer. I opened the door gently. And saw the tv was the only thing turned on in here.. I wondered if Zoe had planned this.Zoe looked different in the candlelight. All girls look beautiful in candlelight, but Zoe really glowed. Her hair, her natural dirty blond, came down to her shoulders and started to curve outwards at the bottom like a bell shape, dry and tidy and shiny. Her eyes sparkled and her face wore a small grin. I took a moment to check out what else she was wearing. She was wearing a woolie burgundy roll-neck jumper but it was noticeably tighter than she used to wear.. It had to be at least 8inches possibly more, so I kept looking not realizing Brad had stopped looking at the car and was looking at me.When I had turned my stare back to Brad to ask a question about the car I had been busted, my face turned a little red but hell it was worth the look he gave me. You know that look of, if you want we could fuck, or suck, or both, possibly in that order or not. I cleared my throat and said well maybe you should call that tow in. As he called the tow truck I was. Both of them lay there and each knowing that this was a seduction that would neither would ever forget.The theater show had long ended but she never saw it since the beginning. What she did see was what a lustful African could do with a young white girl. Abiola then picked Dana up and carried her limp white body back to her tent.After they arrived he laid her on the mattress while undressing her. As he removed his shorts she lay there gazing at him astonished at just how black this African man.