Then she forced her eyes back to mine. ‘No, we’re waiting.’ Shades of Barry again. What was this world coming to?? ‘Oh,’ I said, trying to h...de my disappointment, with little success. ‘Mom, I wish you could be happy for me,’ she whined. ‘Most parents would be ecstatic to have a daughter like me! Most parents would thank their lucky stars their daughter wasn’t out banging boys every chance she got! Most parents would like having a daughter who studies books all night!’ I became very quiet. That. ”“Were you really!”“Yes,” she said very quietly as though she was embarrassed to admit it.I was almost afraid to continue down the path Carolyn had started down. But I was horny and quickly decided that I had nothing to lose by my next question.“Well, Carolyn, it’s even harder now. Why don’t you come up and see for yourself?”There was a long silence on the phone as she toyed with the idea of seeing, feeling, and sucking my cock. “I don’t know. I really shouldn’t.”“I understand if you don’t,. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked up and down. I wanted to taste his manhood but before I could he moaned and came shooting his load over my hand. When he left I almost cried I put my hand to my lips and licked his come off. My boy clit was throbbing in my panty prison and I got up to take a piss in the men’s room I relived myself readjusted my panties ans left the stall. Then I saw him the most handsome tallest black man I’d ever seen standing at the urinal. He was all muscle I watched. The eyes are a little too big and the mouth a little too wide, but she’d have no trouble making friends in a bar at closing time. She looks nervous but happy.She speaks with a quiet, slightly squeaky, Scottish accent.“My name is Cindy Jennings, and I’m a 31 year old mother of two from Dundee in Scotland.”She’s dressed slightly sexily – a tight sweater/cardigan over a sheer knee-length dress that shows off a slim little body. She’s made an effort for the cameras, but she’s trying to look casual.