" Oh mom!" I sighed."What happened? Tell me baby!" my mother pleaded with me." Oh mom!" I had no idea how to explain to her. "I am coming over." she s...id and hung up. I crashed back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Twenty minutes later, my mother was sitting next to me. She was wearing a knee length black dress that hugged her large 40FF breasts and big 55" hips. My mother was quite voluptuous but she could never compete with the natural beauty and curvy-ness of the black women. She held. How had I let this obsession, this fetish, bring me to this point? What must Gary think of me?After he had ushered the last guy out and locked the door, he came back to me.“So was it everything you wanted or expected?” he asked with a big grin on his face.I know he meant this question to elicit a positive, approving reply from me, but it touched that perplexing nerve that had been occasionally floating into my consciousness. I collapsed to the floor and started sobbing. My tears ran freely,. Then we sat and sipped out coffee's and began chatting.I felt a little strange setting there in public like that. I wondered if it was obvious to others who might be looking on that we were cruising one another, but I was also excited, and in no time at all, Roberto asked if I'd like to go back with him to his apartment (which wasn't very far away); and since this whole meeting was about sex, and since I'd been eager for a second experience like that, I agreed---and after finishing our coffee,. His fingers were soon working on her nipples through the white lace and try as she might, Hazel couldn't prevent them hardening under his touch herself or from stopping herself giving a low groan. She felt fingers working on the clasp at her back and the pressure on her tits eased as her bra was unclipped. She felt the straps being slipped down her shoulders and then Mike's fingers on her naked nipples. She groaned again, louder this time and the other two lads took this as a sign and soon.