She nodded. "She was complaining to me a few weeks back that one thing she misses since, uh, dad died, is ... no one buys her nice frilly things anymo...e." I see," I volunteered, non-committally."So I think we should get her something frilly. A Thanksgiving present, kinda." ... OK," I said, slowly. "We?"Long pause. Finally, I gave in, as she just sort of stared me down like a self-satisfied housecat. "Ok. What did you have in mind?"She regained her animation, and I realized she'd been uncertain. I don't want to lose my soul, and I my evil is hidden within the fold. It is in a place that only God and Satan can see it. God and Satan lead me home. I hate neither of them. I love them both. I am black, but that does not absolve me of guilt. Being black is not my entertainment. My name is Tyrone Quin.My two favorite women are as different to each other as night and day.One is Joan of Arc and the other is Lucy Lawless. Lucy Lawless is the most sexy woman I have ever seen.I love her so very. I asked her, "Just how would it look to your parents to find both of us in here, with your bra undone and my hands up the front of your shirt?" I told her it was time to take her punishment like a trouper.My roaming hands had another plan, so I released her breasts and grabbed another ice cube and quickly put it down the back of her shorts. "It's time to cool off this hot little butt of yours after the teasing that you did to me on the trip back from Anaheim."Another yelp accompanied the icy. She used to walk and go home.In the mid of the way she was trapped in rain and it was raining heavily. She returned to my home since it was raining heavily. She was already almost wet. The door bell rang and I opened it was her. She immediately came in. Since she was wet and was with saree her structure got exposed. Till that I had no intention.She directly went inside the bathroom and started to dry her clothes and asked for a towel. Since I was with bare body and trousers something pricked my.