I took a leak, washed my hands and exited. As I started walking back to my seat, guess who I saw sitting next to me. Miss Booty, um, I mean Bethlehem ...mare. The tall, fine-ass Black chick from Ethiopia. I smiled at her and asked her what she was doing there. She grinned and told me the PC at which she sat earlier was slow and the one next to me was available. I smiled as I bit down the urge to tell her that I am available. Hell, I’ve been available for a while. Two months ago, I ended a. "Okay. What's up?" Oh, my dad took my brothers out shopping. It felt like a good time to call. I wanted to hear your voice." That's nice," I replied. It was a lame answer, but I was tired."So, has your vacation continued to go well?" I paused to think—we'd last talked the day after Christmas."It has. Yours?"Tina laughed. "Other than being teased by my sisters about you, it's pretty good. Sometimes I forget how much I miss my family when I'm at school." You never mention it." Yeah. I think I was. I also loved retro porn. I liked it when sex was dirty - ya know, the 50's, 60's, and 70's? Before an Internet when every girl in town wasn't naked on my computer. I was rubbing my cock and cruising retro porn sites when I stumbled onto a site that specialized in retro pinups, glamor models and burlesque gals from those bygone days.I freed the fattie and was rubbing him, not really concentrating on any specific image or thought, just cruising the pages on this site. Every page had 40 or so pics. I decided to give them a show. I innocently extracted myself away from Master’s grasp and explored His mouth with my tongue while unbuckling His jeans. His shaft was hard with anticipation as I expertly pulled His throbbing member from His pants. My dress still exposing my tits, I leaned forward, wet my fingers with my pussy juice and rubbed His engorged head. He moaned. Once that was good and moist with my taste, I inserted His cock in my mouth. I heard Him sigh with relief. My tongue.