I don’t remember the last time I saw a man dressed so formally. It must have been 2025 or so, back when I used to be a fresh-faced coed ready to tak... on the world. In those halcyon days, I’d thought men in suits were the capitalist devil.He’s carrying a white paper bag that smells of things I’ve nearly forgotten. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was a to go bag from Café du Monde.He’s darkly handsome, with chiseled bones sharp enough to cut. Lines frame deeply set dark eyes, and his nose. “He’s a Negro and I’ve never fooled around with a Negro before.”“Hey,” I responded, “this might be your opportunity to find out if its true or not: Do blacks really do have bigger dicks!” Her answer was not exactly enthusiastic. We talked about the possibility of a three-way again later that night and I calmed her fears somewhat I explained that he was a really nice guy and, as always, I would certainly never force her to do anything she didn’t want to do We left the situation at that level. There was a message waiting for me when I came home. Al from Welfare had called to check how I was going. He told Ma that he was pleased with my performance at school and made an appointment through her to see me the following evening. Didn't he have anything to do himself on a Friday?So, two pleasant surprises in addition to Al's message. Doug had praised me as well and put my unofficial wages in my hand as an incentive to agree to continue with the job. Because "I hadn't been there" he was. Flora dismounted and settled herself in bed. Ned fell asleep with Flora’s head draped on his arm, her boobs pressed to his side and her hair draped on his chest. Morning broke and they positioned themselves for the next evaluation step. Ned lay atop Flora, groin to groin. They kissed and tongued each other’s mouth for some time. Ned raised his hips, Flora spread her loins, her hand placed Ned’s cock and he entered her. She bent her knees and touched her heels to his butt. He settled into the.