It wasn't, I think now, time that went fast as much as the fact that I was starting to feel sluggish. My body was controlling my emotions rather than ...he other way round, which probably accounts for the raging boner I sported."Cold or hot?" my daughter asked, a smug grin on her face. "If you ask me, you need a cold shower first." With you around, I don't think it would make much of a difference." Oh, really? You mean to tell me that I excite you? That this little thing that's poking up towards. "Mel blushed and looked at the tabletop. "I'm very surprised he will even talk to me, let alone wants to see me. We did hit it off very well early in the evening and I talked to him about many things I did not usually talk to anyone about. I just found him very easy to talk to. I went out with a lot of men while I was dancing as an exotic dancer. Most of the time they wanted to get laid and I made them pay big time. That's how I got my boobs augmented and all of my piercings and tattoos," she. He also noted her flat smooth stomach and her perfectly trimmed “V” pointed downward as if an invitation was being given. She turned and walked from the sauna and back into the bathroom. Ditching his towel, he freed his stiff member, he got up and left the sauna also. There she was, underneath the hot jets of the shower. There was something very erotic as the cascaded down onto her glistening outline and Steve enjoyed the view. She was facing away from him now, and he could see the water. "He continues, "As you know I'm a psyche major, also minored in sociology, so let's talk about these stereotypes or myths as you call them, what ones don't you believe?"I drew a deep breath, knowing this topic could become potentially unfriendly."No worries, Joe" he assured me, "I've heard it all, however it'll be good for me to understand how the White Community close to home sees us." "Ok," I start, "First off the black community is not uneducated or inferior intellectually. You're proof of.