“Olivia? It’s Simon, Simon White. I was wondering if you could give me Mattie’s number? It’s important,” he explained. “Simon? Have you ...ny idea what time it is?” Her tone became a little higher as concern entered her mind. “Isn’t Mattie with you in New York? Please don’t tell me you’ve lost her?” “Oh sorry, I didn’t think it was that late. Yes, I am with Mattie, but she nipped out while I was asleep and I don’t know where she went,” Simon could feel himself blush as he spoke, becoming. I could have chosen to not ruined my sun-suit, but I put myself in harm's way. You might say, I knew it was going to be a paint in the ass, literally. Because for my idea to work, I had to be covered, top to . . bottom, front to backside, in white Sherman-Williams' best. Dad straightened from the frosty glass, the whole thing wobbled and down the can came, conking me on the head. It didn't hurt, but the ivory latex went down all over my tits, and washed down the spine to my tush, like a. And even as he told himself this isn't happening, his struggles to get free fell away to thoughts of how he couldn't believe how good this felt and his hips rising off the bed.Two minutes later, he came with Bradley sucking up every drop.Bradley look over and said, "There... all done." with a grin. Robert went limp again. The feelings of pleasure quickly gave way to shame and embarrassment at having a gay experience forced on him and he enjoying it.At that moment, they heard clapping and looked. "That night my wife Linda and I were having sex and I paused and kissed her and said, "Honey have you ever thought of having sex with a black man?" Uuuuughh, Well of course I have. Most women have those thoughts according to what I have read."She gave me a few bumps and said, "It sounds hot. Why did you ask?" Honey you know Jake, my black friend at work. He told me today that he always wanted to have a white woman and as he described what he liked in a white woman his description fit you.