All during dinner Wayne was putting his hand on my leg and smiling. I knew he was getting very excited because I noticed the bulge in his pants. He re...ched over and took my hand and asked me to dance. I of course accepted and while on the dance floor he held me really close and had his hand on my rear. I knew what he was after as Diane and I had done this same thing many times. I would have to admit that I liked what he was doing. What was wrong with me, why was I having these feelings?The next. But she also knew that he was right when he said he thought she seemed a little interested in him as well, because it was true.But this thing about not using the roof deck, she felt awful. She didn't want to stop him from enjoying it. And his not going to the cook out was also silly, surely they could both go and it would be fine. Probably with other people around they would be okay. But in the back of her thoughts was the knowledge that her body felt incredibly attracted to this young black. And at that time I will be spraying your face and lips . . . with my hot cum. And then you will organize all of these pics and send them to your boyfriend. Do you understand?” I nod my head. “Now before that happens, I must keep my promise. Come sit up here on my lap, and let’s see if I can send you to the moon,” he smiles. I urgently get up and sit sideways across his naked lap. Almost immediately he moves his hand to below my waist and in concentrated circles on my sensitive pussy and then my. Now feel? Do you feel how that goes?" I'd have my fingers around his wrist while he played. I'd feel the strength. The care. The music. "You see?" he'd say, and I'd nod and try to do better. At home I'd hold my own wrist. It wasn't the same thing, not the same thing at all.This is good coffee, isn't it? Kind of a quiet coffee. Comforting. Not brash like too many coffees these days. Probably this is the kind of coffee Santa Claus would drink after he got home from delivering all those toys..