I looked away and use the moment of honesty to ask an honest question. “It feels good to you to…right?”“Yes, your muscles feel so hard and war... as well.” The Bitch answered. “How about giving my body a massage, you seem really good at it.”“You think I don’t know what you’re…you’re trying to do. You’re trying to get me excited so you can…” her voice trails off. “Trying to do what fagboi?” “You’re trying to get me to suck, suck…your big black cock.”“Now this is some shit. Did you figure that shit. Standing at the door to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his hips he watched Sera sleep. His friend was likely to wake up with a stiff shoulder from where Thomas had been using it as a pillow. The scene was hardly romantic, what with the residue of Thomas's orgasm still spattered across Sera's dark abdomen, but Thomas could get over how beautiful he looked. Sera's face was turned sideway, tendrils of black hair falling across his face. Thomas could almost see a glow around him, like some. On the way there she wasn’t sure if he was going to be there with other people too, since he mentioned going hiking with friends. When she got there he was waiting with his hatchback, and he ended up taking her to the nearby foothills, where they indeed had a nice hike. He packed food, so they had a picnic at midday. He was the perfect gentleman.He was looking out with the heat of the early afternoon sun shining down on him saying something about country life which she wasn’t paying attention. There were lights in the ceiling, but they were broken and would not turn on. We had come prepared for that with flashlights, so we were ready to take a look inside.We pushed the door open and found a long walkway which led to a platform that must have been used for loading the tour buses or carts or whatever they might have been. None of those vehicles were to be seen with a cursory sweep from the flashlights, so we stepped off the platform and looked for them. After a few minutes, Cathy.