Lifting up her skirt, Niki looked at her aroused sex, and groaned in frustration. She had to keep herself under a bit more control than this. Grabbing...some paper, she dried herself off, dabbing all around, cleaning her thighs. Intent on changing her mind state, she sat up, waiting while she peed like a normal girl, and carefully cleaning herself dry a second time, left the stall - washing her hands, before heading out to the park.Minutes later, sitting at the same tree, Niki picked thoughtfully. You’re hired, with one option; no clothing allowed.”I giggled. “Oh yeah, what will you pay me?”“With love, hugs, and kisses for the rest of our lives, with optional bonuses. We can figure those out as we go.”“Sounds like a good plan to me.” My hands worked their way up his legs to the edge of his buttocks. Massaging around each leg and lightly brushing his balls, nothing more, yet. I just kept going, and began rubbing each ass cheek, and noticed his cock was indeed getting hard again. “OMG, do. And mai bus leta rha shida fhir wo mere or nazdeek aya or mere cheeks per kiss krne laga mujhe gudgudi ho rhi thi.Mere kaan per apni jheeb laga rha tha main bus leta tha apne ap ko control krk, fhir usne niche se meri half pand and underwear niche kr di or mere pure lund per hath ferne laga mujhe bahut maja ane laga tha ab to wo mere lund ki goliyo per or pet per hath ghooma rha tha to bahut gudgudi hori thi mai hath hata rha tha bar bar, per wo rukk nahi rha tha ab wo uper gaal per kiss krte. I hunger to be held and kissed by black men.This was my reward for the pleasure I was about to bring them.Sometimes we'd return and I'd hear whispered talk with the expression "never happen".A kiss and a quickie doesn't make a guy a HOMO.I've heard that expression from many of my black lovers friends over the years.Then,quite suddenly,they'd contact me and wonder if they can come over to talk.If I liked them,I'd invite them over.They did want to be assured that they'd be meeting me as a woman.