It’s me ... I hope I’m not interrupting you from anything...” The mature woman sneered down at the shame faced male, who shuddered and dropped h...s head, feigning not being able to hear the crackling tone of another feminine voice, patently audible, and the unconscious intervention of another woman in taking command of his situation, exciting him further. Lana’s sneer broadened.“Oh, nothing of any importance whatsoever ... in fact so insignificant, I’m glad of the break.”“I just thought I’d let. Helen was six or seven thenand Susan had loved that dress when Helen got it. It brought back a lot ofmemories for Helen and she smiled at John.Susan twisted right, then left allowing the skirts to flair, an old habit. Thedress would flair, then twist into a bunch then flair again. It took severalminutes before Susan began to realize that her delay while admiring herdress was going to upset her mom. She stopped but not before John feltthe slips teasing the back and front of his legs above the. I sat therethinking. What the hell and I doing? I am going out with a girl who isreally a guy, and my best friend to boot. I am starting to think of himas my girlfriend and he sees me as his boyfriend. Something just doesn'tseem right, but I can't get him out of my mind. Stranger yet, When I amwith Nick; I don't see Nikki, and with Nikki, I don't see Nick. Am Igoing crazy? Oh well. I'll just have to learn to live with it: after all,Nikki is the prettiest girl I have ever been with, not that I. He gave her cold grin and told her that he had the solution to her stress and so he could forget about giving her a ticket. His crotch was about even with the car window and Anita could see his growing bulge. She asked him what he had in mind to get her some relaxed.The bastard said he had always dreamt about having a married white lady.Ana told him that they could reach a good agreement, since she had always fantasies about having a young hard black man. He smiled, telling Ana to follow him.