There were doors on both sides of the corridor, but only numbers, no letters, but the numbers, which started at eight, were at least getting smaller. ...e reached number two, halted, paused for a moment, then knocked.There was no reply. I knocked again, and again there was no reply. Unfortunately there was also no door handle. "Shit now what?" I asked."Push?" suggested Melissa.I shrugged and pushed and to my slight embarrassment the door opened easily. Inside was a small open-plan office, with. I greeted them in the garage, as they brought their bags and put them in the back of the van. And soon we were on the road for Denver, which is well over eight-hundred miles away. It was a pleasant ride, actually. The boys kept up the conversation nicely on a variety of subjects. And they even kept it clean. I was happy at that, as I've overheard their conversations in the past from time to time with my son. Being boys, they can get quite crude. I also knew both boys enjoyed female. I had not be unaware that Marisa was interested in something like this. The topic had come up even as we were merely dating, and hadn't decided to get married; and yet at the time, I didn't take her all that seriously. But as the time approached for us to get married, she reiterated it once again. "If we're to get married, I want a black baby." She added: "But if that's something you don't want, then we should call off the wedding. Okay?" By then I was too much in love with Marisa to do that,. I’d ogled plenty of porn and knew exactly what to expect. Her cunt looked just like the cunts of so many teen and twenties girls I’d seen in pictures: a slit surrounded by a neat mat of curly dark hair. But seeing a girl’s cunt for real first time blew me away! As she stood there with her knickers down I had a good feel, running my fingers through her pubic hair and along her slit, and I had a good feel of her incredibly soft smooth bottom.As I was caressing her bottom she reached down and.