She obviously knew how to get to her house, so I said nothing. I wondered what crazy scheme she had in mind for the night. My curiosity turned into a ...ush of nostalgic warmth as she guided the car into the lot of a familiar park.“I think I know where this is going,” I said quietly as she killed the engine.Heather looked at me meaningfully before she got out of the car. We worked wordlessly, setting up the shot we’d taken once before. It seemed like ages, and yet also felt like it was just a few. “How was your day off?”“Uh...”Jason’s hesitation was brief.“Good.”Carlotta turned to hand him the cream, fresh-faced, and acting as if she wasn’t topless.“That’s great! What did you get up to?”“I met some women,” Jason said cautiously. “How was, uh...”“Mine?”Carlotta beamed, thinking of the hours she’d spent with Matilda’s head buried between her legs.“Amazing.“Jason put the bowl of cream down, and slowly stepped towards his boss. She froze in place, her heart racing, blood pumping furiously. His seed began to drip down from Lizzy onto the bed. Lizzy was exhausted and flopped onto her back her hands still tied to the bed. Dwayne untied her and left her laying there as he left the house with a smug grin on his face knowing he had turned Lizzy into a BBC fan for life. Lizzy loved the experience and felt so satisfied an dirty she couldn't wait to tell people she had been fucked by a big black lover.When the pair were back at work they continued to flirt with each other both knowing hey. "Just chilling with a dude," he answered.*and Did you win the WWE this time around?* I wanted to ask him.."So fuckin' hot out there?" Yeah," I said.As he parked his heavy black ass next to me on the couch, he hummed "yo da wann I love, yo da wann I neeeed." I was looking with my blue eyes, in the blue sky of dear God, through the window, dreaming of the historical day they'll stop playing this damn song on the radio, when Leon took his sweat-soaked T-shirt off, showing his muscular (and fat).