By the time we opened the second bottle, we were relaxed, chatty and comfy in baggy t shirts and knickers, having showered earlier. Having spent the w...ek together, we had plenty of time to see each other naked and were relaxed about it. Avril was small but with a full figure and nice hanging breasts with large nipples. Her blondish Bush was lightly trimmed.As usual the talk got round to sex, the current prowess of husbands, past conquests, and fantasies. Avril had been with only 6 men in her. He just smiles at me."I wouldn't know," I tell him. "I'm a guy and like girls." I try tostress to him but this does not seem to deter him as he continues withthe same line of questioning."But, if you were a pretty white girl and not a lonely white boy, wouldyou think I'm a good looking guy then?" I hear him ask me as I just shakemy head at the question he has asked."Yeah, I suppose so, but so what? I'm a guy. So what difference does itmake?" I say to him as he smiles at my confession but then. As I continue to bring you closer and closer, your body shines in the moonlight from the sweat on your skin. The heady scent of your pussy juices and sweat mingle in the air and I feel my own desire to be loved begin to build. I break away for a moment to breathe.In that quick respite I glance up and see your eyes locked on my face. Before I can bring you to orgasm, you grab my shoulders and pull my up and leave us in a sitting position on our knees. You place your hands gently on either side. Of course, there'd be no rolling in the hay, but that wasn't on for other reasons. Chris sighed. He'd spent all week thinking about what his parents had said, and he'd gradually come to realise just how many problems he had in his future.As a sixteen year-old kid, he was just so powerless. If he was eighteen, he could marry her, and between them they could adopt the kids or something. Actually, he could marry her now, maybe. That might solve her immigration status. The problem was that you.