"While Jake casually groped the handsome African American's ass, Thomascontinued, "Jake, you're just full of surprises. I never would have takenyou fo... a connoisseur of women's fashion." Jake knows what he likes," i offered. "Now that he's dressing me, mywardrobe consists almost entirely of lingerie."Thomas laughed politely at what he thought was a joke.i glanced at Jake. He was visibly pleased with my attempt to break theice and show Thomas that i was okay with a fuck buddy turning up in. If Yasmin did love me, she wouldn’t have done what she did. Twenty four hours ago, my world was shattered into a trillion pieces. We were hanging out at the Saint Laurent Mall, and were about to have supper together at our favorite Chinese restaurant, Manchu Wok, when Yasmin ran into some old high school buddies of hers. A pair of Somali chicks approached us, and Yasmin greeted them happily. I stood nearby, and waited a while for Yasmin to introduce me to them. I mean, if I matter to her, she’d. She coos softly. I decide to try and see how far I can push this and nonchalantly work both hands up and under the back of her top without losing my massaging rhythm. She doesn’t resist or question it in the slightest. And then to my surprise she reaches back hikes her shirt up to the nape of her neck, her perky tits miraculously still hanging on to the shirt in the front. I keep massaging; working the shoulders, her neck, and ever so slowly down her back and to the sides to her armpits and. Those slender fingers trailing over her ribs like a maestro checking piano keys. There came a dip as the hands bent in to stroke the taut midsection that sloped away from the cage creeping towards her yearning mound."I would have bound those lovely stems of yours if I'd known that you were going to thrash around so much." The voice playfully mocked her from somewhere near her midsection while nails trailed up her knees towards her sopping opening and the voice further along. A playful nip at.