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bigger.  As we walked through the door, she had black and silver balloons all over the living room with a banner that said welcome home.  I was truly touched, but since Desmon was still nowhere in sight, I was a bit disappointed.  I reached for Ginger’s hand and kissed the back of it.
    “You are so sweet, and thank you for making me feel at home.”
    “Anything for you, Mr. Kiley Jacoby Abrams.  Now, what would you like for dinner?”
    “Whatever you feel up to cooking is fine with me.  Anything…except red meat.  Chicken is fine, but I don’t eat red meat anymore.  Besides, whatever you cook, I’m sure it’ll beat what I’ve been served.”
    She threw her hand back. “Baby, that’s over and done with.  You don’t ever have to worry about going back to that place again.”
    Ginger smiled and gave me a quick tour of her new place.  It was cool, but with all the money Rufus said he’d sent, I thought it would be a lot better.  She still had some of the old furniture from her previous place and the only difference was the townhouse had a basement.  What pissed me off more than anything was how cluttered it was.  Ginger had never been a good housekeeper and for a woman who barely worked, she knew better. As for the basement, she said that Desmon’s room took up most of that. When I asked if I could go see it, she told me to feel free. 
    Before I went downstairs to check out his room, I stayed in the kitchen and watched Ginger cook dinner for us.  She rambled on and on about her friends and family, but I couldn’t get my mind off what I felt between her legs today.  She’d definitely been fucking somebody, and the slight stench that came from it, implied recently. It wasn’t like I expected her to be celibate since I’d been gone.  Then again, maybe I wished she had.  She was still as sexy as the day I left, and proving that to me, she wore a tight blue jean ruffled skirt that hugged her fat ass and clung well to her curvy hips.  The tiny red tank shirt she had on showed her midriff and squeezed her breasts closely together. She had long micro braids that hung down her back, and since they were clearly away from her face, anybody could see how beautiful she really was. 
                When she snapped her fingers in my face, I was in another world.
                “Kiley, what is wrong with you?  You’ve been too quiet.”
    “I’m just thinking, baby, that’s all.”
    “Thinking about what?” she said, and then walked back over by the stove to check on the grilled chicken that was smoking up the kitchen.
    I removed my shirt, laying it on the kitchen table. I stood shirtless and undid the top button on the pair of 501 wide-legged Levis’ I wore.  Ginger turned around, scanning my muscular frame from head to toe.  By the look in my seductive eyes, she could tell what was on my mind.
                “Do…don’t you want to eat something first?  I figured you’d be awfully hungry.”
                I shrugged. “You guessed right, because I am hungry.” 
    I walked over and turned the knob on the stove off.  Then I eased Ginger’s skirt above her hips and pulled her panties down.  She stepped out of them, quickly turning around.  She placed her hands on top of the counter next to the stove and bent slightly over.  I stood close behind and unzipped my pants.  I pulled my throbbing manhood out, beating it against her perfect ass. My dick became hard as a rock.
                “I don’t know whether to stick my dick in you right now, or taste your pussy.”
                Giving me a hint, she reached back for my goods. “Just fuck me. Now!” She helped me maneuver my thick meat into her, but my legs instantly weakened. I dug my nails into her hips.
                “I…I’m about to come,” I said, shaking while taking deep strokes inside of her. “I can’t help it!”
                She leaned