She was stunned at how awesome my room was. We sat on my bed and waited for the others to get there. “So, what do you do when you’re high?”“I ...sually go sit up in my hot tub above my shower, and have a few beers. I love Guinness.”“Yeah? Do you have alcohol?”“Oh yeah, I forgot to show you my cabinet.”I hit a button on my computer, and two of the panels came loose. I went over and opened them up. They were on hinges on opposite sides. I had a lot of liquor in there. My cousin Alex always bought. What amazed me was that he people in his painting looked almost as if I could touch them, hard to believe it was made of paint. The only betrayal was the fact that he painted them with the same hues as the sunset, as if the colors from the sunset were washing over them. It was truly a masterpiece. As the night went on people drifted through and left, but I just stayed, looking over each painting, finding new things each time. I always ended up at the sunset picture. During my last gaze upon it. I’ve decided to post my own story. I’m 34 live in the US now. The story took place in Haiti I was 18 yrs old at the time. Gisele was 3 yrs older than me. She’s dark skin large breast and a firm onion ass which I used to take a peak every chance I got. We had no privacy in the house we lived; we all share the same room. My bed was the biggest bed and was all the way in the back of the room. I had a queen size bed because I roll all over when I sleep. One day I woke up earlier than usual and. .. a sexually alive woman..."He continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly down. Cindy had stopped crying now, though her face was still pressed to his shirt, and he sensed that his caress had quickened her breath. He teased the ridge of her spine, pressing his horizontal body closer to hers, and he whispered into her hair bolder and bolder words:"You and the clerk were making love, Cindy. No, you were fucking, Cindy. But you mustn't think badly of yourself for your.