Her hand grazed against her pussy. She was still silky smooth and beautifully innocent from her first shave the other day. Claire began to gently stro...e around her hole, feeling her wetness increasing. She squeezed her breasts harder and dipped one finger into her silky pussy. A long soft moan escaped her lips. She began thrusting inside herself, like Scott had done. Her other hand traced down her body, then crept up her nighty to gently circle her clit. Her entire body began to shiver. “Nooo!”. I felt tempted to say something corny like ‘Raphael Dorvil, Haitian-Canadian gentleman at your service’ but settled for simply telling her my name. Black women don’t go for the over-the-top stuff anymore. Miss Booty introduced herself as Bethlehem Amare, and I noted that her handshake was warm, pleasant and firm. Indeed, it was a pleasure to meet her. After a few minutes chatting with Bethlehem, I gleaned quite a bit about her. She came from Ethiopia, and was new to Ontario. After this nice. I have to give everyone credit; everyone pitched in and did they're share. At nine o'clock at night you could always find someone in the office working. I had no idea how to do the payroll so I called Peggy in a panic. She came into the office after Abby went to sleep and by morning we had all of the checks cut. We didn't have time to make the direct deposit, which is the way the people are usually paid. I sent every manager in the company an email that they would have to hand-deliver the. Watching the stunning blonde cringing shyly, brought home the reality of our inexperience in matters sexual, and Mandy looked helplessly at me, embarrassment suddenly entering a scenario that was everyday to us. It would be stupid to deny that we were about to engage in what had to be classified as lesbian activity.We surely wouldn’t consider entering a world we felt uncomfortable in. And that world was one step away, its door open. Yet, it was painful watching Mandy in her insecurity, and I.