It is about as close to acommand as I can give."Can I brush your hair?" He likes to do it. I seldom say no. I handhim the brush. I have washed it ...nd let it dry naturally.After a few strokes, he puts his head beside mine looking into themirror together. His face is strong and masculine, like mine once was,I think. The contrast is so clear."You really are the most beautiful thing," he says. "I am so proud ofyou. You are going to look so good tonight. The most beautifulcreature in the. Her knees dug unto the deep carpeting of the den’s floor, and thereafter her ass came to rest on the back of her nicely toned calves. When she had completely settled down her excitement overcame her, and Alan watched as she began to ever so lightly bounce her ass up and down over her long legs. ‘Ready?’ he asked gently, his eyebrow arched. ‘Always,’ she sighed wistfully. ‘What are you ready to do?’ he asked her, his voice becoming louder, more masterful. ‘Ready, Master, to receive Your come on. My roommate Jessica was from Guymon, Oklahoma about 20 miles from the college; her father was the local high school boys' basketball coach. She was a stone cold freak, sex to her was like breathing, and it had to be done in order to live. She loved Black guys, which were the only guys she would have sex with. She grew up like I did, not around Blacks. She said she had sex with her first Black guy her senior year in high school. She was at a party when one of the basketball players at the. In the midst of mentally insulting myself I felt her hand on mine. Holding them together. I lifted up my neck and looked at her. She was smiling shyly. I forgot what I was thinking and lived for the moment that was being wrought between us. Her hand is so soft. I traced all the lines of her hand until I couldn’t do it anymore.She sliced a bite out of her food and her fingers moved to my mouth, prodding me to open up and accept the offering. That bite felt full of her care and affection for me..