Jerks used to shout atme from their car windows "are you a boy or a girl?' In any event, myrescuer was a fairly large and burly looking guy, but seem...d friendlyand we had a pleasant time talking. In those days, I lived in a collegetown and hitchhiking was a viable means of transportation and a good wayto meet interesting people. He asked me if I needed to get home rightaway and I told him not necessarily. We stopped at another bar he wasfamiliar with and listened to a live band this guy knew. . it couldn't be amistake! You were the only one who had my cell phone number, and...As I entered, I saw you sitting on a sofa, with a glass in your hand.You stood up and told me, "Hi sweet. Look at you! You seem like a damplittle duck!" as you approached. You covered me with your arm and gaveme a sweet little kiss."Poor baby. John, do you have a towel for her?" you asked. The other manwas already carrying one that gave to you, "Of course, Harry. Do youwant a hot cup of coffee, Sally?"You. Without pulling his cock out, he flipped me over so I was on top of him.Being on top, I could control the angle of that black cock inside me as I undulated my hips really hard around that monster shaft. In that position, I was really fucking him! It really turned Leo on when I rubbed my breasts in his face. He grabbed a breast in each hand and massaged them as he said, "you are a real fine white slut to fuck."I went back to orgasmic heaven rolling that big black cock around inside me. I. He stepped outto follow his wife and client, and I glided along with him, weighing himdown no more than a feather in his cap. The feelings I had as he guidedme out to the limo were new and breathtaking. I guessed I wasn't thefirst girl to get a crush on her boss. The only problem was, I wasn'texactly a girl. Was I?As we enjoyed our drinks at Roscoe's best table a few minutes later,Samantha soon had everyone transfixed with the Sharonna story, making itseem as if I had been the cavalry.