Anita is black and I'm white.Anita had a sweet, round ass that attracted my notice (and all the other guys) and cantaloupe tits that stood out proudly...in her clingy outfits. Anita didn't dress slutty; she was no-nonsense and didn't take crap from nobody and especially not guys hitting on her while trying to perform her tasks. I'd hoped one day to be close to her.Anyhow back to that scrumptious 5' 2" body with Jamaican features and dark cocoa skin and wow did those luscious lips look good and. I didn'thave my bra on yet, but decided I probably should wear a bra under it.So I took off my nighty and grabbed a white bra out of my drawer. Ilooked at my drawer with panties, bras, nylons and they were all mine.It brought a smile to my face. I can't imagine too many fourteen yearold boys would be happy with a drawer full of panties and bras thatwere for them, but I was. So I took my bra, slid it on and after onlythree tries was able to snap it together. I decided not to put theinserts in. Ali eyed me up and down, biting her lip and kneading her breast before leaning back and spreading her legs. I grabbed around her hips and guided myself into her, the wettest, hottest pussy I’d ever felt. So tight it felt like she was vacuuming the cum from my balls. She groaned loudly as I entered, her bare pussy pulsing with the pleasure she was feeling. Ali was trying her best to thrust back onto me and I was eager to fuck her. I couldn’t even think straight, the sex was so intense and thick. 'Do you still have those red underwear?' he enquired and I assured him they are very much around. I would make him very happy if I wore them when he came around tomorrow morning. I felt my own cock twitch and ass hole squirm at the thought and sighed into the phone. 'Am I turning you on sexy?' Martin wanted to know. I pictured the oiled hand on that huge cock and liked the sound of his voice. Slow deep and sexy and I could not wait to see him the next day. He loved morning sex as it energised.