If I had to guess I'd say maybe about five foot two, or maybe three. Tiny is the word I would use to describe her.Me, I'm totally the opposite of my a...gel. Older forty-something, Divorced Caucasian male. Slight Budweiser beer belly, long blonde hair with blue eyes. I'm six foot and two hundred and twenty pounds. I tower over her small frame.My name is Tom and I was raised by my dad who swore by the words, “The races aren't supposed to be mixed”. Don't get me wrong, Dad wasn't racist in the. But it didn’t. Then it struck me.I opened the house and showed him the sofa in the living room. I went to the kitchen and opened another button, near the navel. I pushed it open a bit, so he couldn’t miss it. And then I called him inside. His walk wasn’t straight, but his eyes went straight to the cleavage and then to my belly button. Indian men have been obsessed with it, since all our actresses show off their bellies in every damn song. I just kept stirring the coffee in the mug with some. As he got closer to his home on 747 Hover Drive his mind kept drifting to what had just happened. Annie was giddy. She just had some of the best sex ever, with her handsome black co-worker. Her pussy lips were swelling at the thought of having Harvey's dark shaft deep inside of her. Harvey was certain that his wife would find out. She had a 6th sense about these things. Some of her friends had been in relationships where infidelity had taken place and Laura always had an inkling that something. You come out and show a few things and ask my opinion and im letting the time pass, etc.. I stand up and go to the cubicle to find out how much longer your going to be and when i pull the curtain aside your wearing just your underwear. You don't know im behind you but i let you know by running my finger down your spine very slowly.I then whisper into your ear "need a hand?" and let my hands slowly work down your body.I move your hair to one side and start to kiss your neck slowly and work my.