The dancing started right after everyone ate. A tall black guy named CJ, who appeared to be a little older than me, began to dance with my mom. From w...at I saw, he was the only black person at the reception. He knew my cousin’s new wife somehow. My mom ended up dancing with him most of the night while dad and I just sat and watched. They grinded and danced sexually. I can specifically recall what happened when Jeremih’s song “Don’t tell ‘em” began to play. Their hands were all over one another.. And our new friend standing by! Wine pours and pours (begin dash something))), Anya all drunk ... and now invites her to slow dance ... the same one (called Dima)!He carefully in dance lightly touches her breasts .... first she pushes him away, then stops and lets get his hands in the dark under a T-shirt .... hot weather, a T-shirt did not, and now the lovely nipple instantly harden and downright asks that his caress ... He whispers something in her ear, she laughs, apparently under the. Not that I think he would have taken advantage of me. His behaviour towards both Clarrie and me had been very proper and he not made any sexual advance towards either of us but I knew our presence stimulated and aroused him. Several times now I'd noticed the tell-tale signs of his hardening prick inside his trousers. And that morning I caught him going to the bathroom in his shorts... well first it was the sight of the extensive scarring all down one side of his body that caught my attention. Waiting for enough black goodness to fill a mug, I went through it and nodded. He'd made good selections. Including some breakfast rolls that I tore into. Something in the air here was keeping me ravenous.Sitting with a mug of strong, black caffeine I got out the phone book and the English/Spanish dictionary I'd brought and slowly began finding what I was looking for. I jotted down the address and studied the map printed on the back cover. Padding out onto the small deck in the back I looked.