That was not for me. I don't care what she wanted or expected, I saw no harm in a little foreplay and I certainly enjoyed it, so I damn well was going...to indulge. I asked, "Hannah, do you object to a little kissing and such first? I hope not, because it always helps my performance."She shrugged her shoulders and closed her legs. "I ain't against it, I just figured that you White boys didn't know how to treat a real woman." I tell you what, Hannah, you drop that chip off your shoulder, or I am. Not sure I’ll last much longer, though,” I replied, my voice quiet and dreamy. “Roll to your back, then, and I’ll take care of you.” I rolled over, looking up at Mrs. Tanner. My neighbour smiled and zipped her jacket all the way up. Then she lay atop me and rubbed her fur covered tits against my chest and belly, going slowly lower. One touched my hard cock, then the other. The feeling of soft fur on my aroused dick nearly set off an explosion, but Mrs. Tanner pulled back before I blew. “You are. Why don't we do it at the laundry mat? Then.... oh yeah... you can d**** me over a vibrating washing machine..... and you can fuck me like.... like that.... mmmmmm," I say getting very excited by the idea, cum already dripping down my thighs at the thought. Intrigued, your only response is to stick your hand in my pussy. Then you take out your hand, and I gasp, as you lick off the wetness one finger at a time.The remaining elevator ride and car ride to the laundry mat, were not quick enough for. ”“That’s nuts!” Joyce declared.“It is. Come on, let’s finish cleaning up.”We did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, then sat down with cups of coffee Joyce had made.“What will happen when you get home?” Joyce asked.“Oh, the usual hysterics. Dad will talk to me and everything should be OK. She’ll try to ground me or find some way to keep me from coming here. If things follow a past pattern, nothing will come of it but some more yelling.”“You did say some pretty harsh things to her, Steve..