That tipped me over the edge, and I came, long and hard. A little bit of clear liquid emerged from my own loins, to my surprise, soaking my fingers.�...Oh, fuuuck YEE-EE-EESSS!” I cried, louder than I had intended, riding the orgasmic high, and as Ricky gasped, he fired another even larger spurt at my door.He started to remove something from his pocket, and I leaped out of bed and rushed for the door. As I rounded it, I saw him reach the end of the hallway, clutching his shorts. Lying on the. I met and married a German woman and we have two children. My now ex-wife ran off and married a Dutchman, so the kids and I live here alone, and that is why I am still here. I wanted to tell you this, because it is important to me that you get a feeling of who and what I am before you read any further. This might come as a surprise to some of you, but another part of what I am is African-American, and I was working at NASA mission control at the time of this story.It was 9:17 on a Tuesday. Alison just smiled at her and went to get washed. Mabel couldn’t put off her ‘Lady Godiva’ ride any longer, and now put her mind to it. Despite what she had said to Alison, she wasn’t going to get dressed as such. It would be to no purpose, as the whole fucking point was that she was naked on the fucking horse. She stood naked in front of Alison’s full length mirror, and let her hair down from its constraining bun. As always it fell down around her like a golden waterfall, completely covering. The tedium of the day has drained me, I long to be home. To relax and unwind. To forget the rigors of the day. As I pull into the driveway, I notice the house is dark. I enter quietly and the first thing that I notice is the silence. I put my briefcase down and begin to go upstairs. As my eyes adjust to the darkness. I notice a faint light flickering down the hall. I slowly walk down the hall and gently push open the bedroom door. I notice a single candle burning, wax gently dripping down.