His muscles bulged under his copper-tan skin and there was even a nice patch of hair on his chest. His stomach was so tight it rippled, and I was fas...inated by the dark line of hair that descended from his belly-button, down into his pants. “What the fuck are you looking at, ya little faggot?!” I hadn’t realized that I’d been staring until he called me out. I jumped to my feet, holding the coach’s keys in front of me like they were a holy relic and blurted out the story about how I. Why did you come in here and throw water in my face?" she asked, her voice rising at the end."You weren't sleeping, Cassie. You were walking around the house," Carolyn informed her. "Your dad saw you walking down the stairs, but you were acting weird. We both tried to get you to talk to us, but you never answered. We were getting worried about you." Really? I don't remember anything. This hasn't happened in a while," she murmured."What hasn't happened in a while?" I questioned."sleepwalking. I. Chapter 3Dear readers, the story continues of a black family's bid to conquer Boston's white middle classes. Please read pervious chapters here for maximum enjoyment. Hopefully this tale is being well received. Some feedback would be nice.Inside Maple GroveChapter3 - Penetration time.Michelle Jackson had been joined in the hot tub by her daughter Abbey and Stella Harris and they were casually chatting and drinking champagne. Stella Harris was still feeling sexually aroused after her very brief. This caused Pam to partially miss the stroke as the belt bounced off his hand passing perilously close to the tip of his erect penis. "Right that's it," she snapped, "you get an extra one for that." "No, please Mistress, no!" "Stop arguing, I said you are going to get an extra one." " No, please, no. I've really had enough. I really didn't mean what I said." "I'm warning you" as she waved her finger. "If you don't hold out that hand, NOW! I'll give it you right on the end of your knob." With a.