The last scrapbook was the smallest and most worn. There were pictures of Evelyn on her parents’ farm. And some highschool photos and pictures of h...r from the Orange Blossom Fair, complete with a sash and crown. And then there were pictures of Stanley, a strapping young man in an Army uniform as well as shirtless, rowing, or swimming. And there were many pictures of the island. While not as vivid as Mrs. Sommers’ Technicolor memories, they validated her stories. The place was unrecognizable. I've never done this to other women but I'm convinced black women enjoy this more than others. It got to the point than when I was laying on it or kissing it while she was watching tv she would jokingly ask me what I was waiting for or something like that.She quit shaving not long after we started fucking. I told her I liked it better when (black) girls didn't for some reason. She quit shaving her pussy and under her arms because I said I liked it. She quit shaving her legs just because she. The two adults both kissed her forehead, and then turned out the lights.They headed down stairs to clean up the mess the visitors left behind.As they were loading the dishwasher, Henry asked "Is that all you see your roll in this household being, the housekeeper?"Ember nodded. "In part; I just wanted to keep it simple for her. Did you really want me to tell her that I was also your girlfriend/ mistress?" Point taken."Once the dishwasher was running, they went out to the living room. Henry used. We're all set. We'll leave you alone." They left, and I was in Alexis's room by myself. I opened the closet and left a new silk nighty. It was low cut, fitted, and barely came low enough to cover her ass. God will she look good. I also left thigh high stockings and black heels. I then, left a bottle of champagne, 2 glasses, Hershey Kisses, Honey, and Chocolate syrup on her desk with a note that said: "I soooo, wish I could share these with you.... Wes". I left her room and watched the.