And so I answered it like a lawyer might. My single whispered word, 'no', communicated past truth and at the same time future curiosity. Did I do that...deliberately? I'm not sure. Again like a lawyer, I can neither admit nor deny. But if I had to guess, the answer to the question about deliberately would be a definite maybe.Jean on the other hand had spent much of his life looking for those little signs, 'tells' the poker players would call them, that indicate that the man in front of him may. He stood about 6'2" and was built like a brick wall. More importantly he had the darkest black skin she had ever saw. Ever since she'd been a teenager she'd fantasized about black men, but had never even really talked to one. The 39 year old blonde had grown up in an affluent section of Long Island, and had rarely come in contact with blacks other than the older men who worked in the service industries.She watched as he worked around the pool. His shirtless black skin sun as sweat began to. I got the idea and sought her permission to unhook her bra. I unhooked her bra and started massaging her back. I was moving my hands side wise also touching soft mounds of her breasts. She was continuing to moan and I was getting harder and harder. From the sounds escaping her mouth I can guess that she was also excited. I didn’t want to miss that opportunity, so asked her, “Do you want massage anywhere else.”“On my lower back”, She said softly.“Ok!” Saying so I placed my hands on her lower. She’s not asking you to do anything more than pet her at the moment. Simply picture her as a cat and treat her accordingly,” I told her as I reached down and stroked my kitten’s head. “I would have to ask, but I’m pretty sure Julien wouldn’t object to you playing with the girls some, as long as there’s no penetration.”Marta looked a bit surprised as she hesitantly reached down and started gently petting Felicia. “I’m not sure I would be comfortable with that. I know I’ll be expected to have.