But I met this black girl in the next town over. We chatted back and fourth for a few weeks, things seemed to be going good. She was a little on the c...ubby side, which was fine with me, we seemed to be into the same things, and seemed to hit it off. So after some talking, we agreed on a meeting place which will remain out of the story for private purposes. It started out awkward as hell, as you can imagine with two strangers meeting. Not only were we different colors, but at the time I was I. . people ... here besides you.”His face moved in ways that suggested he was conflicted. Finally he spoke. “Are you sure?” he asked.“We want you to stay, Mr. Higginbotham,” she said, formally. “But please ... don’t make me beg.”He tried to help clean up after supper, but clad in only a sheet that kept wanting to fall off, he finally retreated to the living room and surveyed the shelf of books on one wall. That reminded him that all his cherished books were gone, and he almost cried. Those books. “What the … ?” I couldn’t help myself explode. “Why does he need this when he gets me at home?”“Ah, says Paul, why do you need this when you have him at home?”At least I wasn’t being turned on by this. That is until Andy in the corner began to turn up the volume on the two vibrators.I watched, transfixed by Becky and trying not to respond to the fact that my husband had her first. They stripped and made out for a while before she knelt on the bed, her glorious arse close to the camera, while. My otherhand was still wrapped around my cock. It was still saturated from thewet-dream I had just experienced. Unconsciously, I began lapping theremnants from my hand. As my vision cleared I saw Miss Elsa standing atthe side of my bed...smiling contentedly."Miss Elsa, how long have you been standing here?" I asked, afraid thatplaying with myself might bring on her wrath."Long enough! You are one hot little sissy!" She cooed breathlessly."Don't move! Stay just like that! On your back!"I.