He was divorced and alone and had no other friends but the two who followed him so it was not long until I felt like I should invite him over and take...our friendship the next level. This was my first mistake.I talked with Tara and she was fine with it and we decided on the next Friday night to have Jerome over for supper. Tara is a great cook and even a better hostess. I told her up front about Jerome being black and she said she was fine with that and that she was not prejudice. I knew from. We all went away completely stuffed to almost bursting. I had to loosen my belt one notch.After dinner we six met in the lounge for cocktails and dancing to a live orchestra. Hmmm, orchestra? Titanic? Nahh we're too far south to worry about that. Besides we were sailing in the Caribbean and not the north Atlantic. While standing by the rail we noticed that the water was so clear that I swear you could almost see the bottom. The breeze of the salt air was refreshing as we stood there holding. Things got interested when I foundout that Doug had a lipstick in his pocket.I wrote down the brand name and type and was off to see Pierre. I wantedhim to find the right shades for me in that exact kind of lipstick.Pierre was more than equal to the job. He added mascara and a littlewell-placed concealer. We both agreed that I didn't need much makeup,but this was a special-purpose job. I came home with bright lips and asmile. Doug's cock immediately saluted me, and we were off to the show.I. You better get moving beforesomeone else has an erg for white pussy.”“Um… Yeah… Hank… You take it easy and I’ll seeyou at the office on Monday.”Jerome walked away from his friend, leaving himstanding at the bar. Jerome decided to walk in adifferent direction back to the booth just in case Hankfollowed him. God, what was he going to do? This washis friend’s wife.Jerome tried to regain himself before reaching thetable where his roommate was seated.