She sat in her room reading a textbook but really waiting for the phone. Chris still hadn’t called but then, she didn’t have Helen’s answering m...chine either. She debated buying an answering machine but she didn’t want to make another trip to the mall and maybe miss Chris’s call. Amaya resolved to go buy one after her English composition class.In the meantime, Amaya was enjoying being naked. It was strange. Even living at home, Amaya had rarely been naked. Her parents didn’t believe a c***d. But most of the time, we were perfectly happy to enjoy each other's company in complete isolation, and that meant we could be very lax about what we chose to wear or not wear around the house. Sometimes, I would go almost a week without wearing a stitch.Inside the house, I was always completely naked and did everything in the nude, including writing and adding to my ever-growing porn collection. Unlike my former girlfriend, my new bride was true to her word and never once frowned on my porn. I dressed up quietly and then opened the door. I had just walked three steps when I heard a deep voice behind me:“Are you in a hurry, Ma’am… what are you doing here?”I turned my face and found a giant black man coming from the next booth.He was dressed in full black leather and he had a red silk scarf on his neck.He was smiling at me and handling a huge black cock between his fingers…I got frozen as he approached me; still with his dick out from his trousers.“Are you picking someone up?” He. His body was naked, as well, and Michelle had trouble keeping her eyes off of his nakedness. He was hard, wanting her, and that reminded her of how she had felt when he touched her and how much she wanted him, as well.Seconds, or maybe minutes later, she roused herself. "What do we have to do?" She asked in a tiny voice, only beginning to move. "Clothes?" Now she remembered that she was naked, and quickly reached to cover her pointing breasts and dripping wet vulva with her tiny hands. That was.