I apologized for being late and asked her to please call Mr. Big Dick and apologize to him as well. I told her that I wanted her to go shopping and bu... some sexy stuff to wear next time he came over to fuck her. I also volunteered to clean up the bedroom and do the laundry. She thanked me for forgiving her for needing his Big Dick and for accepting my new role.When she called she got a recording saying that there was a problem with the line. She showered and dressed, telling me she would stop. I asked if she had enough for all of the steps, and I was assured there would be enough, both electrical and real. That satisfied me and then I broached my other idea."How would you like to be in another picture in the bath?" I asked Diamond.She eyed me skeptically. "What do you mean?" she replied."Well," I stated, "I thought that the ad campaign should not only include goddesses but also princesses. I could see you as either one, and the Black women in the community could more easily identify. It was what the South American had been waiting for. In the heaviest winter cold, she’d worn trousers as part of the suit. Then a long skirt, slit generously to mid calf. Now, the skirt was much shorter. As it caught on the seat, it allowed the watching man a clear view of her sexy, black stocking tops and the bare skin above. She’d been his masturbatory fantasy for months now. He ignored a customer request as he silently watched through the long window. Despite his age, notwithstanding his. Halfway up the stairs I'd realized the pictures on the wall weren't of my mom and dad. That had freaked me out a little, but it was a good story and I liked to tell it. Nobody ever believes me though, except the people who grew up in my neighborhood. They just nod, knowing how that could really happen.My brother Steve and I are twins, but not identical since I was and still am a girl. He's a boy, obviously, so we look somewhat different. Being twins is nice though. I mean, I always had a friend.