She-don’t act like you don’t know anything.Me-seriously. I don’t know how it came there.She-Don’t lie or I’ll complain.Me-sorry ma’am. I w...s turned on by seeing so much cleavage and I couldn’t resist taking a few pics.She-what are you going to do with those pics..?are you gonna share them?Me-No..!these are for personal use.She-personal use..? What’s that(she started to mock)Me-nothing.Her-so did you take my pics like that?Me-nothing. Why would I..?Her-Don’t lie. You only said that I look. I will show you that it can be so much more enjoyable if we do. I will show you some things that will drive you wild, and some things you can do to me that will drive me wild. Does that sound like a deal.” “Yes Aunty Pam.” She handed me the glass of wine, and held hers up. “Then cheers to a night we will never forget.” We toasted. She then stood up a grabbed my hand, and led me to the bedroom. As I walked behind her I noticed that there was nothing covering her magnificent ass. I could see it. You flagged me down. You asked for my number. And you asked my name. I didn’t lie. “You said you wanted to chill so I wanted make sure you knew I was a femboi.”“What’s that?”“A boi that is very girly,” CiCi explained.“Aiight. Look I’ma get off this phone. I might hit you back.”CiCi selected three photos from his phone’s image gallery – each a revealing shot of beautifully round glistening chocolate ass. He texted them to Boston and returned his focus to the episode of ‘House of Cards’ he had. I was getting hard and remembered a great time from my earlier visit. “Did not expect you here in the winter, and I have not seen you advertising on the ….page.com site.”“I decided to stay put this year and try this out. Winters are not too bad here, and I had given up my apartment in Mississippi when I left last summer. And it has worked out pretty well. Let’s get comfy.”She helped me undressed, taking car to keep my mouth away from my undershirt. It is easy to wash me, not my laundry. She.