I asked if she was going to? She smiled and said maybe. Will the photographer be there too I asked? She said we haven't worked that out. I know he is ... big black guy and the thought of her little body being used by a big black cock was exciting me. That idea was never totally shot down so there is hope. She has had a hysterectomy so she doesn't have to worry about getting pregnant. I'm secretly hoping she lets him take her, but only if my son is there and watches. If he sees how a black man. I had never seen a penis, much less an erect one. It was big! I thought, “How is that going to fit in me?”He laid me back on the bed and got on top of me. His cock was hard and hot on my stomach. He kissed me and sucked my nipples. At that point, I was so turned on I could barely think. He opened my legs and got between them. He asked me “Are you sure?” I was so filled with passion, I could barely speak but somehow said “Yes.” I had enough presence of mind to say “I am not on birth control.” He. I joked in my head saying I was going to get shot (Being one of the only white people in a mostly colored school in a wana-b gangster town). I watch as the window roles down, I unplug my ipod from my left ear and lean forward to get a better view of the driver.It was Mrs. Jenkins. Of course once she offered a ride I happily accepted. She asked if I wanted to go straight to her house and hang out for an hour before they had to go, instead of hanging out at home. I figured, sure, why not? I got. Logically I knew that it was all happening too fast to be real and yet my heart has always had the better part of control, a fact that I refuse to apologize for. Our affair was one of the heart and of the purest kind for we had barely touched and were swimming in a wellspring of emotion between us. Not to discount the furious physical desire that we felt but it was secondary to the love that permeated the space between us. As we became closer my dreams continued only not quite in the same.