I mean nothing disrespectful towards African women (I've been married to one and had four c***dren with her), but the idea of actually having a chance...to fuck a white female---that was always something I know I'd always seen as the ultimate fantasy, and the ultimate achievement, as an African (and as a Muslim) male of my generation; and so, when the opportunity came my way to actually be able to fuck a white, European, female (and a married one at that), I knew I had to do it, or I'd regret not. "Now I know why the Romans liked toga's," Jen said as she reached up under one towel and Tom jumped back."Aw, poor baby's shy." She giggled at him."Your fuckin' hand's freezing!" he complained."Guess you'll have to hope I get em warmed up real fast then." She slipped the offending hand under another towel, but on a butt. "Hmm ... how's this for a hand warmer?" How about we get to warm our hands a bit?" Nope. Matter of fact, Jen and I ain't even going to take off our clothes. Are we Jen?"Jen. How do you know she’s napping?She’s upstairs.There was no response, so Luke set the phone aside and went back to work. About five minutes later his phone chirped again.You didn’t listen to a damned thing I said, did you? Cretin. Imbecile. Jackass.Huh?She’s upstairs?Napping.Uh-huh.Sometimes a nap is just a nap.Don’t try freshman philosophy on me, dickweed.Sorry.What are you doing?Working.You know that’s not what I meant.I do, but I still don’t know what I’m supposed to do.You’re supposed to stop. The sales person flushed red before recommending a few websites and even mentioning she bring a friend over, as long as she could join us and watch.This was the night she and her friend arrived at our door. Both of them looked like completely normal people - just like us. Neither looked like wild kinksters, which is why I think we all hit it off so well.We invited them in and made some cocktails and small talk to get comforable before our social lubrication started kicking in. After checking.