..weird. Even a little eerie. I had just left a horrible party. No alcohol, and my close friend left me for a quick fuck as soon we got there! I was w...aring my black leather jacket. White tank top underneath. My tightest jeans and my black boots. Im about 5"4 and have long blond hair. My eyes are green mostly and they sometimes turn Grey. Anyway i was looking around noticed the street is empty. This street is usually busy. I felt something was off so i picked up the pace. I almost made it to. Even if he had engineered it, hejust wasn't used to being complimented by anyone - much less his brusquefriend Zoie who he valued for always being straightforward with him."Thanks, Z..."Turning back away from her, he hemmed, waving his hands in the airawkwardly. "I uhhh .... I thought it was time to get some contacts ....And uhhh... You're the first person to see it...." It was a bald-facedlie, but he hoped his embarrassment would cover any tell-tale signs thatZoie might catch. His eyesight. He leaned and ran his hand up and down my stocking covered legs. I was so turned on at this point that I could not wait any longer. I told him I wanted him to take me…Terry smiled and he stood up, taking his shirt off. I reached out and slid his trousers down, getting again a close view of his tremendous thick cock. He asked if I liked that black thing.I just smiled, my eyes glued on that unbelievable piece of hard black meat.He stroked it and asked me to tease him, by walking around the room,. As I watched them pilfer another house, I saw that not one of the white workers as much as raised his head to meet any of the black or Hispanic people?s eyes. There was none of that four standing around and one working crap either. They all nearly raced to do the bidding of just a few big black men and women who seemed to be their overseers. Some of the white laborers were women, and some men, but each worked in different groups on opposing sides of the street, as if segregated by sex.Big.