"You know you are playing with fire." She said. "I have to make a confession to you. Sometimes I have found black men to be attractive. I have heard t...e rumors, and not just from you." I was shocked to hear her say it, it sounded so honest, not like when we were "play talking" to get me off. "And I have been a bit curious. You really have to think about this honey, what if I did try a black man what if I liked it too much? Could you deal with that?" she said, giving my cock a few more. She then starts dressing. She puts on her black garter belt, black seam stockings and 4 inch black ankle strap stilettos. She then puts on a semi transparent blouse with the top four buttons undone, next is a beige skirt than the hem is 4 inches above the knee and a 8 inch split on both sides which give a glimpse of stocking tops. She tucks her blouse into the skirt. Next she does her hair and heavy make up. By now it’s almost 10:30, so she gets into her car and drives to the warehouse. When. "Lie down!" I whispered to her. Amy leaned back and found herself lying on the bed. She had an idea what was coming.I sat upright, brushing the hair from her face and caressing her soft cheeks. My thumb gently brushed back and forth across the side temple of her head. My eyes drew down to her heaving bosoms. The small mountain range upon her chest that rose up and down with each intake of breathe. Her nipples were erect upon the peaks of each hilltop. The tip of my tongue circled around the. "On his way to the courthouse tavern two days later Beall passed a brace of oxen pulling a stone-weighted scraper along the crest of the road. He waved to the driver, Mose Clagett, and smiled as he went by. A bit farther on two men were knee deep in a weedy roadside ditch swinging large sickles. A mattock and two long- handled shovels lay nearby. Beall stopped, exchanged nods with the two young men who had sweated through their shirts despite the cool, clear weather. There was no need for words.