When I finish the latte, I put it on the countertop. At the same time, a hand goes to take it and we hold the cup together. I shoot a quick look at th... man. Fuck. Why does he have to be so hot? He’s a black guy, much younger than I would have guessed. Usually, older people were the ones to complain. This guy isn’t old. His skin… His lips… He is staring at me.I pull my hand back and continue with the drinks. Sex is on my mind. A big black phallus and I am on my knees. A thin string of saliva. .As I am a gym freak I dint wanted to smoke I had left smoking before 6 months but she convinced me we light the pot.We were doing crazy stuff with smoke I was just taking long drags and blow to her she would come near my lips and take from my mouth. I was blowing smoke on her titties her hairs everywhere and laugh saying she is smoking hot…She started laughing and came sat on my lap I was just hugging her from back and smoking from the pot. She then turned around and started to kiss me and we. It evenseemed to have built in athletic support for my breasts."Not bad," I grudgingly admitted as I ran my hand over the costume. Iguessed the material to be that half spandex and half kevlar stuff thatwas so popular among the developed set.After a moment I put on the rest of the costume, snapping the black beltwith the black skull buckle around my waist and then putting on a pairof fingerless green gloves. I noticed that the gloves both had metalknuckle guards which were bound to make any. The tall Somali lady put her book into her bag, rubbed her hands together, donned her gloves and then got up. My eyes followed her as she made her way to the central building, and disappeared inside. I smiled to myself as the bus drove on, and then I got off a few stops after the university campus. I got home at seven thirty that morning, and went straight to bed after kicking off my boots. Seriously, I just tossed off my security coat and collapsed in bed, still wearing my uniform shirt and.