We confided to each other about everything, well almost everything. The only things that I couldn't tell her was how much I loved her and not in the b...otherly way, and how much I desired her! Which brings me to my story.It all started when I was 18 years old and Doe was 20. One Sunday night after my parents had gone to bed, Doe and I stayed up late to finish watching a TV movie, she in a silk nightgown that buttoned to just below her breasts and me in shorts and a tee shirt. After a while, she. ‘Is that a fact?’ I said leaning towards his bare chest. ‘Uh huh.’ was all he could say. Leaning towards me he placed his had on the other side of me and came in for a kiss. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to receive him. He leaned me back on the bed, with half of his body covering mine. While keeping his mouth on me, he undid each of the buttons on my shirt. He moved on top of me and taking a now freed breast into his mouth I arched into him, daring him to bit the nipple. I griped his. It wasn’t hard to understand, only to fully believe. She could feel her head going a bit light with hyperventilation, and confusion. She simply could not believe that this was really happening. And on some fundamental plane, she didn’t know whether to rejoice, or to fall into abject depression. He was her life, his work supported her, and his schedule ruled over them all. He was her best friend, and most intimate partner.. Without him, she didn’t think she could function. Refusing anything now,. It was my bride-to-be, Marisa, who said those words three months before our wedding day.I had not be unaware that Marisa was interested in something like this. The topic had come up even as we were merely dating, and hadn't decided to get married; and yet at the time, I didn't take her all that seriously. But as the time approached for us to get married, she reiterated it once again. "If we're to get married, I want a black baby." She added: "But if that's something you don't want, then we.