All of a sudden, as though suddenly realizing what was going on, Daveshouted, "What the fuck? Sam get the fuck out of here and get out of mysister's c...othes you fag. What the fuck is wrong with you? Jesuschrist."I was taken aback and got up, looked at him, and could suddenly I didn'tfeel stoned anymore. I didn't feel girly. I didn't feel sexy. "What haveI done?" I thought to myself."Go!" Dave screamed as I stood there in shock. "Go!"I ran upstairs as best as I could in those boots, trying to. I must had said hi, told her my name, asked what she was drinking and offered to buy her a drink before she blurted out, I don’t date black men. She gave me compliments like I was charming, attractive, smelled nice and even complimented my suit, but stayed the course and reiterated that she does not date black men.I had not been laid in about a month, was under a lot of stress at work, was working on my third drink and had a half hard dick from just looking at her body through her summer. I can't see her face, but the sounds she is making is enough for me to become wet with desire.Frank leads me into the back den. He walks over to the stereo and puts on some soft jazz. Dimming the lights he reaches out to me and guides me to the couch to sit next to him. I place my right hand on his crotch as he rubs the back of my neck. Then his right hand cups my chin as he tilts my head back for another long wet kiss.We kiss and touch each other for what seemed like an eternity. I slowly. And I knew why she had brought the rug as soon as her fingers grazed my breasts, causing my nipples to harden.And the question of how you fill in three hours in the dark between the two firework shows was answered for me. Pixie having wrapped us in her rug, took the opportunity to slowly explore my body, while all the time whispering sweet nothings.I protested of course, but she ignored me, giggling as she whispered, “You are my baby girl, and you just have to do as you are told.”And I did,.