I could tellshe wanted me to fuck it. I couldn’t believe it. Lisa!I fucked and fucked. She moaned, louder, and finallycame. I came in her at the...same time.We lay there for a minute. She didn’t complain at allthat I was laying on top of her. Finally I stood up andstraightened my dress. She got dressed. Susan waswaiting at the car when we got back, with a grin on herface. Lisa never said a word as we drove her home.That night and the next day was much the same. WhenSusan got home, she. I want to discover what he sees in me. I don't want him to view me as a prize – a white woman; I want him to see me as a person, as me, Susan; a special person. He sees Tokunbo as a special person: that is why the age difference does not matter. In the same way, I don't want our colour to matter." You are right, Susan. What matters is who you are, inside your head and heart. Does the other person MATTER to you; someone you care for immensely? That is how I look at Winston. He is what helps to. " I didn't!" I protested innocently. "I just didn't expect her to look like you that much." Everyone says that," Lisa said, smiling at me so I'd know she wasn't mad. "She's pretty cool, huh?" Yeah," I shrugged. "How old is she?" My mom? Like twenty-seven already," she replied. "Her birthday's next month though, so..." So she was like..." I did the math in my head and it wasn't hard, " ... fourteen when you were born?" Yeah," Lisa sighed. "Don't tell anybody though, okay?" No, um..." It's not. When the weekend came I asked him what to pack and he said not to worry that I should just bring my dresses, panties and night gowns for now and we would stop and get more clothes for me on the way. Once we were about 50 miles down the highway he pulled into a rest area and told me to put on a dress, that from now on I'd be dressing like a girl for the rest of the trip. I was mortified. My first vacation and I had to dress like a girl. Once I'd changed we stopped at a WalMart and he bought.