“You just suck black cock?” he asked. “Why you wanna fuck my pussy?” I asked stroking his cock with both of my hands smiling at him. “What d... you think?” he replied. “I think you’re gonna be fucking my white pussy as much as you want.” I said letting him know I was ready to get fucked by his big black cock. I stopped tugging and sucking on his cock and stood up in front of him pulling my bottoms down kicking them off before climbing on t op of him. He put his arm around my waist I gave him a. Claire and I had always got on well; we spoke as friends, and told each other stuff that maybe you wouldn’t tell someone who you had just met, although we weren’t so close that we would discuss personal things. However, when I returned this had changed too. Claire, once shy, had now become more sexual and confident. She revelled in talking about her body, and so on. Claire was 26, married and had a 7 year old girl. Yet when listening to her, it was easy to forget this and to think that she was. They didn't take very kindly to stealing when everything was scarce in the first place. But then, that was why he had stolen. Navarra was his birthplace, but it had never been his home. The laws there were far too strict for his liking, and his soul yearned to be free. Well didn't that turn out great, he thought to himself. Still, his existence now was just as quality as before, though perhaps more dangerous. But you didn't live 7 years in the wasteland without gaining special skills. He pushed. The soft song of a Golden Cheeked Warbler brought her back to reality as she wandered in the leafy shade of East Hermosa Avenue as she made her way to the house where she rented a room. Back at the house she had a bite to eat and then showered in preparation for the evening; Jim had asked her to ‘look real pretty’ for him, as they were to go downtown tonight. She put on an outfit she thought made her look sexy without being too tarty; she put her stockings and garter belt on first, then.