As i waited for the light to change i could feel the thong poking at my shaved pussy. i thought for a second at what i had just done. the light turned...green and as i drove home i pulled them out from my pants. looked at them and sniffed deeply.i could smell her pussy from the thong. and my pussy was so slick when i touched it. driving sniffing and fingering myself was extremly tough. i licked her thong. sucked on the strip that was burried up her perfect ass. for the 7 seconds i imagined i was. “I have a finalist candidate for the reception job.”“OK. Now? Or do you need to arrange something for next week?”“He’s here now.”“He?” I asked.She stepped into the office and shut the door.“He! What? A guy can’t be a receptionist?”“No, it’s just...”“What? You gave me grief when I asked you about screwing a black girl and now you give me grief about a guy receptionist?”“No, I’m just surprised.”“What? I can’t hire a sexy, built young stud to go along with all these smoking hot girls you. Are you OK if I send out for a pizza?”“Sounds great to me,” I replied, and Diane picked up her iphone and called the local shop. “Here in 30 minutes,” she said, “let’s go down and have a swim while we wait.”It was great to splash about in the water, and we forgot the time, until we heard the doorbell. Diane jumped out of the water, and headed for the front door.“Diane!” I shrieked, “you’re naked!”“Oh bugger that,” she called back, “who cares! Whoever it is, he will enjoy seeing me like this.”. C. and Los Angeles along with many cities across the United States of America. In Brockton, I made friends across the racial spectrum. My best friend Remy Pierrot is Haitian. My other friends Jesse Cox and Matthew DiMarco are Caucasian. Jesse is Irish and Matthew is Jewish. My buddy Kenny is North Vietnamese. We all hung out at the Westgate Mall on Friday nights, drinking our Pepsis and trying to work up the nerve to approach hot women. Just five guys hanging out. We’re folks of different.