I definitely wanted see it, suck it, deep throat it and feel it in my hot pussy and ass. “Hello Sir. Can I buy a ticket?” I asked.“Sorry Miss ...his is only for men and only black students and their black teachers Friday, Saturday and Sunday.” The ticket man said in a rough tone.“Maybe I can do you a favor and you will let me in, Sir.” I asked winking and licking my lips. “Come on I’ve never been in a porno theater before and I want to see what one looks like.”I didn’t really know what to. She had not fancied the idea of her Aunt Muriella controlling her fortune for her. He stood nervously in the doorway, uncertain of himself, with the awkward stance of a youth not quite at ease in his own body. Perhaps, she thought, he had only recently become so handsome. Because handsome he was, with his dark hair tied back and his white shirt straining over his broad shoulders. She dropped her eyes to his hips, and noticed the livery badge of her father embroidered there. Her livery badge. So I left it alone, well... cept fer a drinkin it!"We paused for more coffee, and he pulled out a pack of cigarettes."Smoke Boy?"I took one and lit his and mine."Damn I'm old Boy! Use ta set, talking and smoking with yore grandpa, smoking Prince Albert, now here I is smoking with you and we smoking ready rolls. Son wuz a fine man boy, see you turn out like him." Like I uz a telling you, I uz building traps down in em woods there, round ta creek uz ta best place. Nem bobcats come down ta drink,. I don't know."Coach laughed, "I'm still convinced my parents never had sex. It's hard to imagine." Ewww!" said Samantha."Exactly," chuckled Coach. "I'm only 25. I'm young. I like guys. I like having a fun time." Are you planning on a fun time," said Angela, "if you know what I mean?" I never rule it out." said Coach."Wow! Coach doing it!" giggled Samantha."I could never imagine you girls doing it either," said Coach."Do you know how big his ... um ... you know is?" questioned Samantha."I didn't.