" I thought that was it and we would be out of here in a second. But then he said, "show me." I said, "excuse me?" He said, "I want to see what's unde... your clothes." Now I'm thinking he is going to see my hard clit that might be pocking out of my panties, so I started to lift my skirt, and he said, "no take the blouse off and drop the skirt." I said, "you got to be k**ding, here where someone could see me?" He said, "no I want to see it all, the bustier and panties and whatever." He said, "so. No matter what logic and ethic told my mind, I was curious beyond anything I have ever been before about what it would actually be like; Sex, Ean. What it would be like to just hear him say those three words to me?I quickly found myself pushing my panties up to my knees. The soaking fabric would do better to not be on me. I wanted to air dry myself down there. The small bundling slip of fabric scraped down my calves onto my ankles.I had to do this without thinking about him. My right hand was. It's not that it wasn't a civil relationship; it was. It's just that they had always been so different they never had much of a reason to interact. Dax was part of the top echelon of popular kids at school, he played on the high school lacrosse team, had medium length wavy hair, and a slim but athletic build. Beth, on the other hand, could probably be best described as a bit of a geek. She read whenever she had the chance, had an all too average (although not overweight) build, and stringy. Holy fucking Jesus!"Heather finished pulling the halter over her head and stepped back as the black man's large hands had unconsciously jumped up as if to squeeze her tits. Sally Jesse and Springer had taught her that black men were sex starved animals especially for white women, though they seemed to prefer their white women fat. She hoped her body would be good enough for Samson. Heather didn't have any money or valuables, but she did have one skill she excelled at. "If I suck your dick, will.