And when we came back to class after lunch, no one said a word about my hair being braided. We just went on with the day. We regularly had "expres... yourself" days, where it was your job to come to school and "make a statement". The teachers left it up to the students to figure out what to do. At first it seemed face painting was the popular venue, then masks, sometimes outlandish clothing, costumes representing animals or famous persons, often non permanent hair color(green, blue,. ”With this statement of approval, the other guys moved in on me. Tyrone said, “Fuck that sweet mouth, Jesse! You’ll find it very hot!” Jesse dropped his pants exposing his turgid cock. I shuddered and began to kneel when another guy grabbed me by the hips from behind.“Just bend over and take it in your mouth Slut,” he told me. I wondered about the reason for this for only a few seconds before he added,” I haven’t had any white boy ass since prison, and I’ll bet yours is tight.” As I bent over. As a smoking fetishist all my life, I think back to when it all began, and when, how 'fetishes' manifest in a person, specifically my life. Further, I will detail one of those amazing situations where my fetish came full circle, so to speak. I vividly remember what I believe was one of my first memories which I believe was the imprinting where my fetish began. Late 60's, my mother and her friends would sit around the kitchen table to drink coffee, gossip and smoke cigarettes. As a four or five. We then took a long bath in our Jacuzzi massaging each other tenderly, there was hardly a moment when our lips were not locked. It was like being glued together. We pat dried each other and helped Shubhi get dressed. We went out for lunch and completed purchases for our evening party. By the time we came back my guests had arrived and all my friends and their partners were eyeing Shubhi from top to bottom. She was looking amazing in a white Tee and Blue jeans. Time flew by that evening and soon.