Sometimes after hearing him having a particularly good time with Cassie, I’d punish him by not leaving a book, but I realized that l was being petty... Negras deserve to have their fun, even if it’s sometimes more fun than the fun white folks have.Cassie, of course, knew I was listening “Missy,” sticking her head out of her door and catching me. “You’s gonna catch yo’ death of cold, you a-sitting dere on de stahs.”She must have read my mortification. patting her lap next morning. “Set yo’sef. I tried to ignore their gazes, walking proudly, my titties jiggling as we headed, as usual, for the least expensive shops first. I was conscious of the looks I was getting, and the feeling of the air on my bared tits and tummy. My underpants felt confining and uncomfortable.A sign at the store entrance informed us that for each member of a group that was topless the store would give 10 per cent off, 20 per cent off for full nudity. I wondered what they did if a party of ten came in naked, give. ”“Interesting.” Then as if nothing had been said, “How big are you around the here?” She gripped the sides of my thigh, then put her hands to her waist.I shrugged. “A bit bigger than average? I really have no idea.”Tina giggled, “No, not just a bit.” Then her hand flew over her mouth, “Oh god, sorry, I was comparing.”“Hey, shush! How do you know if something is bigger or ahem, smaller, better or worse if you don’t compare?”“Sorry, I’m not used to someone not being jealous.”“Oh dear, sweet Tina,. His body was hard and ready, rubbing up against hers as she wrapped a leg around his upper thighs and tried to make contact with his arousal, wanting desperately to get close. Pulling their bodies free of the wall, he staggered to the bed, pulling her down to lie beside him. Their hands grabbed and tugged at flesh and clothes, frantically pushing into one another, desire driving them to get closer. She was naked under him, arching and moaning so sweetly that he was already sweating. Finally.