Aber sie guckt die neger jetzt aufgeregt an. du weißt, sie hat fünf wodka intus, sie ist leicht bedröhnt und auch ein bisschen aufgegeilt, dass sie...zu all dem gezwungen wird. na, wer ist der erste? fragt sie die neger kokett. dafür kriegt sie sofort feste schläge auf ihren nachzitternden schwabbelarsch. aber ein neger hat sich schon hochgewichst, kniet hinter der weißen schwangeren braut und schiebt ihr seinen riesenpfahl brutal von hinten in ihre immer noch enge fotze. sie kreischt auf, das. Instead you pull off your shoes and socks. The sand is hot against your heels. Your vagina is moist. *Hurry!* The Brazilian claps her hands together impatiently. You pull your t-shirt up over your head. Maria studies your breasts. *And the rest* she says. So you unzip the jeans and pull them down/ kicking them off over your feet. As you remove your g-string you see Marias hand moving up between her dark legs. *Now touch yourself!* she commands. *What?* The sand scratches against your body.. He didn’t want to, but found that it was just bloody impossible not to notice her breasts, hips and butt. She didn’t even dress provocatively. She didn’t need to, he realized. Those curves were there anyway and he kept noticing them and it confused the hell out of him at certain moments. She wasn’t even his type of course, but the fact that he was telling himself this also told him that maybe she was.Later though, when he was back in his apartment, he analyzed things calmly and concluded that. He introduce himself ad asked if he could sit next to her and have a chat. She picked her bag from the seat next to her while her thoughts were to ignore him. He smiled and sat next to her and said something. What ever it was it made her smile and it felt good. They talked and flirted till they got to her station that's when he asked her if she would like to have one drink with him at one of the many bars or pubs in Stratford. She wanted to say no but innocent drink won;'t do her no harm..