He looked down, and then glanced up, and replied, "OK. Come see me Friday morning and I'll let you know what I decide. I can't promise anything but I ...ill consider it."I turned and as I walked away I said, "Thanks. I'll see you Friday morning."I spent the rest of the day stewing about this little, insignificant conversation. I was a little miffed at his attitude. I was a player, and didn't like being played by somebody else, especially a big, nerdy, draftsman. I would have to wait and play it. "Okay then. Put your dress back on and join me down in the kitchen."She left my bedroom and headed downstairs. I reached for the dress andbegan to step back... Wait, did she just say, my dress? After spendinga couple of moments wondering about this, I wriggled into it and andzipped it up. Then I walked down to the kitchen. I found Lisa sat atthe table with two mugs of fresh coffee and a chair facing hers. Shepointed at the chair."Sit down there."I walked over to the chair. Smoothing my dress. But this time I wanted this one to last. So, I teased him by stroking, caressing and kissing his beautiful knob for a few minutes, until he suddenly leaned on and whispered that he wanted to come into my booth and fuck me. Of course I accepted the deal, as I shivered…When this black man entered my booth, I was still on my knees wanting to continue teasing him to make this excitement last for a long while.But this guy had his own plans. He pulled me up, turned me around making me put my both. We're not laughing. We're not saying anything. Her eyes grow wide, then she leans into me and we're both kissing, mouth over mouth, lips touching and brushing, sucking, breathing each other's air, our bodies touching all the way down. I can feel my penis start to grow between our bellies and I know she can too.Then we're not kissing anymore. She's stepped away and looks frightened."I'm sorry. I have to go. I really do. I really appreciate your talking with me. But... you know."What have I.