One day when we were chatting, Sumit said something very funny and we were laughing very hard. I was chatting lying on the bed, and I literally starte... rolling around – I was laughing so hard. When I finally controlled myself and focused on the screen again, I noticed something strange. All three of the boys were silent and they were staring at their screens in a very strange way. What happened was this – I was wearing a loose sleeveless top with a very wide neck that day, and of course no bra. But that guy last night? Yeah that's not the norm. He was fucking huge!"Lindsey laughed to herself. Tara was such a good and honest friend, and it only made her more curious as to why she had suddenly switched to fucking black men. Lindsey felt a weird guilt. She had always considered herself to end up and date white men, but did that make her racist? No. No, that's absurd, she had just always seen herself dating white guys, but that didn't mean she had too.Tara and Lyndsey had a tremendous day. Cindy also kept writing her journal for her own scientific project. She formed it into a blog and pretended to be a 21-year-old woman, living with her boyfriend. But the rest of her stories were quite real and she had a huge fan group after a while. We also took lots of sexy pictures together, showing our awesome bodies to the world. Every day we received thousands of messages, often middle-aged men, who wanted to have sex with us. We laughed about it, but one time we were followed by a creepy. Kitty seemed mesmerized as the sun settled between two buildings and dipped finally below the horizon. I hadn’t paid much attention. The warm tones of the evening sun on her face had been much more remarkable. She turned toward me, a casual smile on her face, knowing. ‘That was beautiful,’ she said. ‘Yes, you are.’ I replied. She gazed into my eyes. If either of us made a move, I could have her at that moment. But we both knew we were there for more than that. It was time. I placed the table.