"He's a businessman. Some real estate. Some ranching -- horses. Some construction. He's a lawyer, but he doesn't practice. Many people come to him for...advice."I bet they did. I read a lot. I had a rich fantasy life."Here we are! You sit down while I make coffee!"But first, just inside the door, I grabbed her and gave her a kiss and ran my hands up and down her back. She giggled and pulled away. "No. Wait." I sighed and followed her into the kitchen where she got busy with beans and grinder and. This was crazy! They wanted me to suck off a complete stranger--a black guy at that--right here on the street in front of a club? It was the audacity of it and the sheer excitement of breaking so many taboos that made me hot. I don't even remember how it happened, but the next thing I knew I was squatting in front of the guy unbuckling his pants. My hands were shaking as I struggled with the button on his pants. I dug down into his boxers to claim my prize.What I found, confused me. My hand. ”“Have you done it before?”“No,” I lied.“Will you do it again.”“No, " I lied again.She was quiet while her gaze ran from my eyes down to my crotch and back up again. “Are you hard?”“No.”“Do you want to become hard?” As she spoke, she undid her top and it fell to the floor. Her boobs were large, a C cup with tiny pink nipples. I dropped the can. It rolled under the kitchen table, spilling beer all over the floor.Brandy cupped her boobs an ran her thumbs over her nipples. “Do you want to. As she came around to the side of the line, she pulled a cherry candy out of the pocket of her apron, twisted it open, and popped it into her mouth absently. She looked a little tired.‘I don’t know if we’ll have a busy night at this rate. I’ll probably get cut earlier than expected.’ She swirled the red candy around in her mouth with her tongue. It was beautiful the way she moved it with her lips. They were glistening and red with the dye from the cherry sweet, and he longed to lean forward and.