He was known as ‘Hobo Joe’ from spending most of his life living on trains and in old abandoned shacks. He was an older gentleman, somewhere in hi... late 60’s. His hair was a beautiful shade of silver and was highlighted by his clear, blue eyes. He had a round face, full of ageless wrinkles and tanned golden-brown by the sun. As I spent that evening getting to know him, I found we had a lot in common. Our lives had both taken interesting paths that would lead down roads we would never regret. He. Jet black skin, jet black hair, jet black bush. Her skin was black as night but shone, how was that possible? She had lifted the covers and looked at his erection; it was clear he had no reservations about plumbing a black skinned woman. She hadn’t thought he had, but a woman at the market had made some spiteful comments that ‘why would he fuck coal when he can fuck pearls’. “Tematha, you can start at the top, I shall start at the bottom” was what he said. He wasn’t one to be lost in flowery. "I told myself no way, but I couldn't stop my hands from pushing them down my legs. I picked them up and set them with the rest of my things. This time when I went to jump in the water they didn't stop me. The cool river water felt good on my aching muscles. I stayed in for only a few minutes, before climbing out. I was very self-conscious about having stripped in front of Rob and Mike, and I kept myself concealed as best I could with my hands when I got out. Even though the light was fading, I. "Brian, it's a joke," Nicki growled as she slapped my arm. "That's the problem with this guy. One little bout of crazy and he thinks you don't have a sense of humor." Robyn laughed and we all joined in. Sheesh! Would somebody just give me a rule book? I noticed Robyn was still holding Geoff's hand. So maybe it was mostly a joke."It wouldn't help anyway," Whitney said. "It's all done with a spinal block. They don't knock you out for this. What's for dinner? I'm starving."That's all it took. We.