.."She sighed. And I let my hands wander up her leg, massaging and relaxing her calf muscles now."Oh... that feels good." Just lie back... close your ...yes if you want to... and enjoy, " I said.She lay back and closed her eyes. I massaged her knees, hiking her skirt up. She let me have my way. I ran my hands under her skirt to her thighs, kneading. Gently rubbing the insides of her thighs, I touched her panties with the back of my hand. Moist. Definitely.She was still letting me have my way. I. She was excited to leave this school when she finally got her letter of acceptance into Oxford. Her whole entire school experience in the small town was unrelenting. She was one of the few honor students in her class that didn't fit the majority demographic. With cocoa skin she was always the single black student in her honors courses and often ridiculed by the other black girls for her good girl attitude where she managed to stay out of trouble. She had crushes on a lot of boys and when one,. The wintry feel I felt earlier returned as her entire being covered me, became one with me. She kissed me and whispered softly, "leave her for me lover."It took all my might to roll out from under her and I fell off the bed with a loud thump. She giggled as she floated off the bed to my side. "You ok baby?"I grabbed my head as I felt the growing lump from the fall, "yeah I am ok."I never answered her, just stood up and walked away. "I need to get ready. I have to talk to Tonya."Delilah grew. “Yes masta sah!” Pinky squeals. She knows how to witch horny black men!In the joint I got passed around by the black and El Salvadoran men, just because I was Caucasian and feminine. I was walking on the cellblock the other day, just eyeballing all the sexy Caucasian prison Queens being displayed by their black and Third World pimps. One big muscular El Salvadoran bugarron had his little Caucasian sissy wear a pair of ripped, butt baring short-shorts, so skimpy that every crack of "her".