I cannot help getting an erection as she opens my zipper. “Oh look at that. I can feel that you like big bums. Not sure why. Maybe you like to touch...it”. Her hands are taking out my gear. “I certainly would like to pinch those cheeks and grab them but I cannot do that to a friend” she whispers in my ears while holding my half-erect tool. I ask her: “Why do you do this? Why do you want me to go for that woman?”. I know this is wrong. Never get involved with a colleague. It is all so surreal.. Did Grandpa think I was so greedy that I couldn’t be trusted with the family money?It was probably a good thing that I had something to be angry about. It proved a good distraction from grief, or confusion, or worries, or whatever other feelings I might have had. A week or so after the funeral when I had some free time to do a little introspection, I found that I was doing okay under the circumstances.One thing that I was still getting used to was my new bodyguard, Ewan. He wasn’t a. This complex was built for a very special purpose.”At this point there was a very brief interruption to proceedings as a young, good looking and totally naked African American girl of about twenty years of age came into the room. The girl had a lovely, dark, shiny complexion with beautiful, wavy, black hair plus some long, curvy legs along with two very firm, bouncy breasts and one solid triangle of very dark and thick, pubic hair sprouting out over her vaginal region.All eyes shifted from Roy. ‘We are friends but there is no reason why we cant be lovers too, is there? I’m single and so are you. Let’s go indoors?’ Wordlessly I led her into the flat and, once inside, she took me in her arms and kissed my mouth, her arms enfolding me. Her kisses were soft, gently exploring my mouth, her hands moving slowly across my back and up to my face, which she held as her tongue entered me. I returned her kisses. I have, as I said before, had women in my arms, in my bed, but this was different. I.