Well, this was her idea. “Ok honey, show me what ya got!” I whispered back at her. The smile on her face told me she was up to the challenge. Sh... quickly untied her halter and her breasts practically sprang forth. I kissed her and she snaked her warm tongue right into my mouth. My hand trailed up her shirt until I came to the hem of the cups. I yanked it down and revealed the 36 C cup. I trailed in between the soft mounds. Her skin was nearly as soft as her silk shirt. Her mouth never left. The Britishness didn’t go back far, though, because the population of the Guianas is mainly of African stock: they are the descendants of slaves. So they are black.I don’t know why, but I have always found black women attractive. Not just some black women, but most of them. That probably makes me some kind of fetishist, but I can’t help that and I don’t think it has had any detrimental effect on the black women it has been my good fortune to be intimate with.Without doing some deep research. My hair is probably just past the regulation limit—I’ll need a haircut before work on Monday.’ ‘I confess I’ve never really talked to or known anyone in the military. Were you drafted?’ ‘Nope. I accepted a fully paid four year education at the best school to which I was accepted and in return for that four years I owed Uncle Sam four years.’ ‘Where’d you go to school?’ ‘Dartmouth.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Same school my current boss went to…thirty some years earlier. He was the captain of the Dartmouth ski. MyDad was at home trying to save the life of two young girls not much olderthan me and she was acting like this like she had forgotten him. I mean asfar as I knew I don't think she had even called him. One thing was for sureI needed to give Dad a call and see how things were at home.***********************I spent the afternoon by the pool. It was not as hot as yesterday sodressed in a one piece red swimsuit with a white wrap round skirt Istretched out on a sun lounger with a book and passed the.