Well she kind of stammered around a bit before she asked but she finally said "Ive seen you come back from the club next door before and you havent be...n alone". I thought to myself"shit she thinks Im a hooker of something". I just blushed bright red and said"and your question is". And here is where she blew me away. She said"whats it like to have sex with a black man?" Well" I said, sighing with relief. "first off I love sex period but I do like the attitude that black men have and most of them. After a couple of minutes her hand was slowly moving towards my thigh and she comfortably placed her hand over my thighs and she took my books from my thigh and kept on her lap and turned pages for a while and this time she placed her hand over my thigh very daring and asked me which college I said aurunodaya arts and science college and because her hand was on my thigh my dick was raised and the old women beside me was sleeping, then she suddenly moved her leg towards my leg and pulled it. Oh, my dick is so hard now it hurts. You don't mind if I unzip, do you?" Debbie nodded in agreement, and Peter set his large, hard cock free. "Man, I'm going to have to start buying baggier shorts." Peter remarked.Debbie pressed her lips together while observing Peter's rampant erection. "I'm glad you feel more comfortable now. In fact, why don't you just get all the way undressed?" Are you sure Mrs. D? What if Meagan came down her and saw me naked before we've smoothed over the whole accident. Even in these days, tales of the Spirit of the Old Wood made superstitious locals give the whole area around Diana's house a wide berth. Old women still scared the wits out of their granchildren by telling stories of lovely young village maidens disappearing when on thetr way to lovers' trysts in the Old Wood and not being seen again for years until they re-appeared, deranged and broken shadows of their former lovely selves.Diana was only an amateur Witch. A dilettante sorceress. Truth to tell.