Then she lifted up her skirt and I saw her matching panties. Then she said, “My God, I am. I hope she doesn’t mind.”She followed me into the hou...e and I poured her a glass of red wine. I popped a can of beer for myself. We sat on my couch and talked about ourselves. She had a much better life than I had had. As she drank she turned around to face me. Her legs went up on the middle cushion and her panties were fully visible. There was a wet spot forming in her crotch too.She told me about being. Instead of sticking my cock in her, I dropped to my knees and licked her ass. It was beautiful, and I couldn't help but tongue that beautiful little rosebud. She let out a groan, and pulled me by the hair into her ass. I tongued her ass, and began to finger and lick her pussy too. Then I began inching a ginger into her ass. My tongue lubing it as it slid gently in and out. She already said she got ass-fucked during her gang-bang, and I wanted a piece of that ass. I had a finger in her ass, and. "Now, lick my pussy," she ordered. I crawled between her freckled legs and noticed that instead of panty hose, she wore thigh-high stockings but no panties under her skirt. Her pussy had bushy red hair and very pink lips. I leaned down into it and began to lick her clit as she started the stopwatch. She was wet, so I figured it wouldn't take very long, but she clicked the stopwatch several times and after about two minutes, told me to stop. She wrote some notes in her notebook and climbed off. I am from Chicago, and Lauren wasn't like the typical Black women I knew. The Chicago stereotype fit many of them: loud entitled divas. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a trace of Southern California accent. She was articulate, kind and authentic. Laurens facial features were gorgeous. Her big brown eyes melded perfectly with high cheekbones and a perfect nose. Her smile could melt glass, and it certainly melted me. Her relaxed hair fell about to her shoulders. Always the gentleman, I.