She didn't know what to do. She briefly thought about getting up and following him, but the train doors quickly closed and the train began to move aga...n and that was that.For the next two weeks Karla would look for the handsome black man whenever she rode the train to and from work but she never saw him. If only she had gotten up and followed him she thought. Each day she would ride the train in anticipation, and each night she would return to her apartment dejected and horny. By the third week. I wish more young black women went to college instead of becoming mothers before their time. They’ve got so much potential. I wish they knew that. I still have hope, though. When I see a racist man or racist woman who looks at me with hatred in their eyes, I simply smile. That means they’re scared. They’re scared of my potential. Black men and black women are a formidable breed, both physically and mentally. We’re exceptionally resilient and can handle anything this harsh and cruel world throws. "Mark nodded."I'd like it if you were to keep in touch." I'd like that too," he smiled.She patted him on the arm. "Au revoir then," she said."What was all that about?" demanded Serena."Tell you later."A marquee had been erected in the garden and eventually they were shepherded into it for an excellent lunch. There was a seating plan and they found themselves at a table with Sophie's family. Mark wondered whether Sophie had nipped in earlier to make sure she was next to him. She was on his right. I sat him down to relax as I straddled his legs to keep him in me. It felt so good. It's one of those things one cannot get enough of."Oh, baby, that was nice..." I consoled him. "Just relax and let it subside on its own."I sat upon his lap facing away from him and slowly rocked my hips. His cock remained hard and pulsed in my ass-quim."I'm sorry I came so fast." he apologized."Baby, it's ok." I said. "If you don't have anywhere to be, then we have the evening ahead of us and you're not paying.