weekend in Paris. Their first night there, she undressed as he did.
There she stood nude, except for a pair of black lacy panties – he was in his birthday suit.
Looking her over, he asked, “Why the black panties?”
She replied: “My upper half you can see, my body is yours to explore, but down there I am still mourning.”
He knew he was not getting lucky that night.
The following night was the same – she stood there wearing the black panties, and he was in his birthday suit, but now he was wearing a black condom.
She looked at him and asked: “What’s with the black condom?”
He replied, “I want to offer my deepest condolences.”