"Get in that bath tub and startoiling yourself up."She felt the bottle placed in her hand. "Oiling?" She said quietly."Every little bit of you honey."...He replied. "Get yourself soslippery you'll look like you've been dipped in a vat of it."Stacey got into her white central bath after removing her dirty trainers fromher feet. The men then knelt either side and watched as she poured the oil overher tits, arms, and shoulders. It ran down her spine to her ass crack. Itpooled in the bath and coated. ‘A life-gawwd! I knew it! With that big football playa body o’ yours! Why, I betcha yew’ve even had a black woman!’ she said, watching me closely to see how I’d react. ‘From now on I’m gonna’ call yew Hollywood!’ ‘Call me whatever you like, Lucretia. Just give me a fair shake on the plans as they come through,’ I said, feeling that I’d finessed her reference to my interracial love experience by simply ignoring it. Regardless, women of color – particularly attractive black ones – had always been. I know where this is going, only too well from past experience. Sure enough, after about twenty minutes she remembers I am in the room. “Danni, babe...could I have the room swipe card please? I’m going upstairs to get to know Lee a bit better.” I roll my eyes and shake my head. “You’ve known him less than an hour, Gabby. Bit quick even by your standards.” She just giggles and shrugs, and I know it’s pointless me saying anything, as she doesn’t listen to my advice. “And what exactly am I. You're decent enough in your boxers." With that pronouncement she took Ron's hand, led him out the door and back to the front room.As she led the young man down the hallway toward the front room, Ron reached down and pulled the waist band of his boxer shorts around to the side, hoping to cover the hard-on threatening to poke from his fly. If he hadn't thought better of it, he'd be thinking his aunt finagled him into the living room in his under shorts on purpose. Well if this was what she.