He's black." How do we compare?" I laughed, trying to lighten a newly awkward situation."You two are about the same size," she answered."Well, I'm hap...y for you," I said. "Do you want me to finish the massage?"After a moment's hesitation, Thu said, "Sure."Then she sighed, "I am a sucker for massages. People can do anything to me and probably wouldn't notice."I lay her down on the couch and moved her right leg over so she was straddling me. I put both hands on her waist and pulled her down so. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to tell him I was trying to find his apartment, and that having him talk so nice to me, and smile at me, was making my pussy wet. So I just said I had been taking a walk. I told him I lived in the same complex, about three buildings over, with just my mother. He was real nice as usual. He was going shopping for some shirts over at the Fuggledix Mall but he was in no hurry. He asked me if I would like some lemonade, and when I realized he was inviting me. Moving to a new country had been an eye-opener. He had got into a lot of trouble in Brixton.His mother was part Australian Aboriginal and his father part African even though his ancestors hadn’t lived in Africa for centuries. He knew that his father was tall with skin a little darker than his, which resembled lightly tanned leather. Only the Gods knew what else he had in his genes.All the same, as far as looks went, he didn’t think that he’d done too badly. He scraped in at 188m (6’ 2”), and. He started running his fingers up and down my wet slit. Before I knew what was happening, I was fully naked, just in sandals…I looked over at Victor and he was still snoring quietly behind me…His long fingers made their way down over my mound and came in contact with my clit. I moaned and rocked my hips up to his fingers. Joseph moaned also, as he sank two fingers deeply inside my wet pussy. He ran these fingers deep inside of me and then he pulled them out, rubbing my juices all over my clit..