"Oh yes - Gently, of course."So he stroked the material on her breasts, stomach and buttocks with his fingertips - the sensations sending tiny electri... shocks of passion through both of them.She returned to the changing room. They repeated the process several times, each time getting more and more tactile. He was slowly loosing his composure as well as his clothes as she teased him. By the time she emerged the second time, he had removed his tie, and undone his top button; when she came out the. He rubbed her tits through her bra and then pulled it down. He sucked on her tits the small nipples hardening. His hand rubbed in her damp cotton panties. “mmmm slut loves this.”His fingers entered her and he rubbed his clit with his thumb. His tongue was in her mouth he stank of fags. She was now wrapped round him needing to cum his fingers kept up the work on her.“You fucking slut you love this don’t you?”She came her cunt gushing out her juices in a stream.‘ you dirty whore you are made for. It’s amazing. Americans and Canadians are like two different species, man. It’s kind of eerie. The African-Americans I’ve met in the city of Boston are so different from the Black Canadians I’ve known my entire life. The African-American men and women are strong, proud and resilient. They’re very proud of their community. And they contribute to it energetically. They face racism and discrimination head-on. And they fear no one. Bigoted Whites think twice before confronting an irate. Clarice?” I yelped. Kate sat up on me, driving me the rest of the way into her. I gasped.“Tony?”“Oh. Sorry. You ... uh ... woke us up. We were so late with Jade last night that we slept in. I forgot all about our meeting.”“Yes, I know. Don’t worry; I’m pulling your chain. I figured you’d just forgotten to tell me about a final exam or something. Until I got the pictures this afternoon. You’ve got to see this,” she said. “Can you hustle Kate around and have dinner with me tonight? You haven’t.