Chris would direct him to do things he knew would drive me crazy and every once in a while I would glance at his crotch and see that I was getting to him as well. Every time he touched me, I would get all hot and bothered and I knew I was gonna fuck his brains out tonight. and we started to flirt, I would lift up my skirt as I walked by him and he would rub his hand down my leg every chance he got. We had bought some liquor and some naughty games for the occasion. We decided to have him come over to the house one night and “hang out” with us.
He was a gentleman on every level, was sincere in his thoughts and always respected me as well as Chris. Being shy at first about how he was going to treat me and whether or not this was the guy for us, we decided to hang out with him for a few months first before we decided it was time to “go black”. He was a tall – very dark and handsome black male. Chris (my husband) had been on the search for us and finally came across *Shane. Well, we had been looking for a black lover for some time now, always been curious about the stories we had heard and how they are naturally bigger than most men.
