"Don't ever get old, handsome," Marjorie Etienne said, smiling, at her passenger, Steven Arly, as she pulled into the driveway of his family house. Steven, who'd been attending the Seventh-Day Adventist Church of Brockton, Massachusetts, for most of his life, was one of those lovely young men whom Marjorie, recently widowed, knew was going to make a great husband for some lucky lady someday.
"You're not old, madame, you're a beautiful woman," Steven told Marjorie, and as the stunned Haitian woman tried to process that, he flashed her a smile which must melt many a young lady's heart. Marjorie returned Steven's smile, and watched as he exited her car, and headed home. Nice butt on that young man, Marjorie thought, still smiling.
Marjorie had always been a sucker for a brother with a nice ass, and Steven had the nicest behind she'd seen on a man since Tyson Beckford, the famous former model. Sighing, Marjorie drove away. The West Side of Brockton was quiet and nice, and she liked it. She lived nearby, close to the Crescent Credit Union and the little Plaza near the Ocean State Job Lot.
Steven Arly headed straight to his room, which was fine since his family house was empty. His parents, Walter and Joanne Arly, proud Haitian immigrants, were visiting relatives in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and would be gone for a week. They entrusted their son Steven, a second-year student at UMass-Boston, with taking care of the house.
After getting home, Steven took a shower, and went to his room. On his laptop, the tall, athletic and handsome young black man casually browsed the web. Bored, he started watching a porn video featuring Miss Townsend, a big-booty and rather beautiful, mature black lady who likes to get fucked by younger black men.
As Steven lay in bed, watching the video of Miss Townsend getting fucked on a desk by a well-endowed younger black man, he stroked his manhood. Closing his eyes, Steven visualized Miss Townsend's big black ass grinding against his groin as he slammed his dick into her pussy. For some reason, instead of picturing Miss Townsend the porn star, Steven began to visualize...Marjorie, the lady from church.
"What the fuck?" Steven blurted aloud, but it was too late, his hard dick had a mind of its own. The young black man came, and in his fantasy, he spewed hot manly cum all over Marjorie's booty. Steven felt kind of guilty because, as a good Christian, he wasn't supposed to lust after church ladies. Still, nobody knew, so what's the harm?
Steven thought of Lauren Breyer, a young woman originally from the City of Plymouth, Massachusetts, whom he met in downtown Boston. Steven had a thing for the short, dark-haired, bronze-skinned young woman from the other side of New England. Unfortunately, Lauren kept mentioning some boyfriend whom Steven never saw her with, so that was that...
"If only Marjorie would give me the time of day," Steven said to himself, sighing in an almost lustful manner. In church, which Steven and his friends attended regularly, he couldn't but notice the tall, curvaceous, deliciously big-bottomed black woman who always dressed in black and seemed so damn sad. Surely a hot woman like Marjorie had someone in her life...
Marjorie Etienne, born in the environs of Jacmel, Haiti, on November 9, 1979, moved to Brockton, Massachusetts, in the summer of 1997. She studied Nursing at the University of Massachusetts in Boston, and began working at Massachusetts General Hospital. In 2000, Marjorie met her future husband, Paul Magloire, and the two of them fell in love and got hitched in 2003.
Marjorie and Paul had a good life, and then one day, he died in a tragic car accident. This happened on November 17, 2019. Marjorie's life would never be the same. With her parents long gone and her husband dead, Marjorie found herself completely alone in the world. What reason does the poor woman have to go on?
