Draped across me, her arm symbolised possession. Usually, we spoke in simple exchanges, a seductive prelude to the carnal act. That night, there was...a difference: in the listless pauses, hints of tenderness.Dark outside, I kissed the top of her head. Stupefied by an evening of carnality, I had no idea why. Cool air replaced the warmth of her body. The wandering caress of her hand roused me. I turned to look at her, cheeks still peaky, lips red, her eyes fixed on mine. Stroking me, I began. Then she put her arms around my head, and pulled me tighter to her. She gently nibbled on my bottom lip, while her hand rubbed my throbbing dick through my pants. I moaned, and she smiled at my pleasure. She put her head at my neck, and licked it, as she squeezed my dick, hard. I moaned louder, and she gently bit my neck. I couldn't believe this. This girl that had been in my head constantly for over a month, was making out with me in my car less than a hundred feet from her house. She suddenly. . and just way, way grown up! I was so glad I was wearing heels and had put on makeup."Yes, sir, damn fine rack on this little whore," Mr. Washington answered, putting his hands up under my camisole and starting to pinch and pull my nipples. Ohmygawd, I was not ready for that. I just so surprised and way scared, too, and I guess that's why I just froze and let him do it. I looked over at Daddy real quick like cause I just knew he would be just furious about a nigger touching me. I mean it was. Dates had been few and far between lately. She was very aware that her looks had faded. When she looked in the mirror she could see her sagging breasts, her big ass and her thick waist and knew that she was no longer attractive to men. At least her legs were still shapely. She also knew that the pallor and wrinkling of her skin was caused by her aversion to the sun and her constant drug, tobacco and alcohol use.How had she come to be here? Her life started out like a fairy tale such a few years.