”“I’m trying to show that it’s part of our love. But I’ll take ‘let.’ I’ve got all sorts of lube; we’ll need it.”“What do I do?�...�“It’s called making love. We start with a kiss.”“Mmm. This part I like.”“All parts I like. That’s what I’ve been saying; I like all parts of you. Mmm.”“Give me your tongue again. Mmmmmm.”“Your mouth, your ears, your throat. Mmm.”“Tickles! I like your kisses there, but when you do, I can’t feel your body against mine.”“Not while we’re standing. Want to lie down?”“Now, I. Just then the phone rang and it was my sister. Shetold me that she was going to be late and to tell her date that she wouldreschedule for another night. I told her that he was already here and sowas she. She got really confused. I told her that I put on her clothesand when I answered the door her date thought I was her. At first she wasreally mad at me, then when I told her why I did it she cooled down. Itold her I didn't know what to do about her date. I could tell him shewasn't home cause in. ...you're simply Jamal. Don't want your full name, your phone number, don't want any money from you, I'm rich so don't need it. Just simply want to carry a couple of your beautiful black babies. I'd love that!" As he pulled out, kissed her goodbye, she told him to kiss her belly just above her pubic hair, to say "goodbye to his babies". He asked if he could borrow a robe as he had no clothes, she offered to walk back with him in the nude through the hallway as before, he was nervous, thought. We then walked hand-in-hand to the Balinese Room restaurant. The head waiter met us and said "Welcome Princess Sandra and Mister Thomas. Your table is ready." (I had made reservations ahead of time.) He led us to a nice intimate table in an alcove. We were seated and I noticed there was a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses already on the table. There was a blue ribbon and bow on my glass and a pink one on hers. Poor Sandy was just overwhelmed by all of this and seemed to be in a.