Prologue
Keana
John came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist; dripping wet all over.
Keana eyed her man through the mirror where she was applying the finishing touches to her makeup.
Her first thought was that she wished for telekinetic powers so that she could have that towel fall to the floor.
Her second thought came out of her mouth.
"Honey, hurry and get dressed. We're going to be late," she whined.
John barely heard his wife. He was too busy staring at her delicious denim- covered apple bottom ass, as she was bent over the vanity.
He got hard just thinking about sliding into her pretty, mocha colored pussy lips. The digital clock on the wall facing him caught his eye.
Damn we are going to be late, he thought before responding to Keana.
"It will take me less than fifteen minutes to get dressed," he promised, as he walked to the corner of the bedroom where his clothes and shoes were located.
Keana finished her make-up and did a twirl in the full length mirror. Satisfied with what she saw; she took a seat and waited for her husband to don his jeans and sneaks. She was excited about getting out to go see The Man with the Iron Fists. She liked Atlanta, for the couple of weeks that she'd been there, but she was ready to get back to Seattle.
Sacha
It was November. It should have been colder. It would be back home, but Atlanta was barely breaking sixty degrees.
The upside Sacha could wear a short, tight dress to show off her gorgeous curves in her mocha colored, brown skin.
She knew she was the shhh; a dollar bill, in a room full of dimes. At least that was the way she saw herself, conceited or not.
Sacha wore a burgundy thigh-high Alexander Wang dress with black Gucci ankle- boots.
Will, her husband--a sexy Korean- American male with shoulder length black hair, and midnight colored eyes and she, were meeting their friends and his business associates at the movie theatre.
With her thick thighs wrapped around Will; they rode his red and black Honda VFR to the theater.
