Let’s go back to the limited opportunities thing again. College wasn’t a realistic option because number 1, I couldn’t afford it, and number 2, ...y the time I graduated high school I was so disenfranchised with the whole idea that I just said fuck it. I was always a firm believer in the old saying “if you’re gonna do something, do it right, or don’t do it at all”. I was intelligent, disgruntled, and angry at the world. My mother had me late in life and she was getting up there in age by this. She responded with a contented sigh.When he reached for the other strap, she giggled. "Now I know how your sister felt when you did this to her," she said."Believe me, it wasn't anything like this," Lissa grinned.Jeff continued to draw the straps downward off her shoulders, watching as the top of her swimsuit folded over to follow the straps down her body, exposing her chest bit by bit. First the tops of her breasts came into view, then her cleavage, then her nipples, and finally they sprang. "Cock, my dear, Tadger, Old Man, Penis," I explained patiently but she still looked confused."Prick, we had a wank-a-thon see and," Brough said and the girl understood."No, you cannot, it is against the Geneva convention," she wailed."Hard to prove," I agreed, "But that's for later, first we have to check you have no concealed weapons, disrobe if you please." I demand that a female searches me." she protested, her English improving surprisingly rapidlyI nodded at Sarn't Brough and he grasped. Soon, breakfast was over and he whispered in my ear again, "Please take me back to the motel."When we got in the car we started making out madly again. I had never kissed a black man until tonight. His luscious lips were intoxicating, and his hands on my breasts just made me wetter and wetter. In my mind I wanted so badly to fuck him right then. It was a short six block drive to the motel and I’m thinking again, what the hell am I doing, this is so wrong. My pussy was controlling my.