She apologised to me over and over, not knowing where to look with embarrassment an went to get up in shame. She led with her hand raised trying to ge... up off the floor which I grabbed an I told her not to feel ashamed because I thought she looked amazing. We stared at each other in silence for 10 seconds, I took her hand an placed in on my jeans where my cock was an told her to carry on.I ripped the blanket off her, she was lying there showing me how hard her nipples were an that gorgeous well. After Mr Kline left, all I wanted was to see the monster I just felt. Instead I point blankly reminded Frankie (and myself) that I had a boyfriend and that I had no intention of cheating. I still dont. Skin color has never mattered to me. Oh I sure as hell notice it. Mostly I just dont give a damn about the supposed other crap that comes along with it. I do like the look of the darker skin colors against my pale alabaster flesh. I know that now. I had three boyfriends a two lovers since the. People walked in and saw while we were fucking and we loved it... we loved one another and only wanted each other ... about a half hour of fucking a man walked in and pulled out his cock and said he was gonna make Connor suck it.. i stood up and slid my dick out of Connor , and while he was in ecstasy to my side i yelled at the man saying he was a perv (lol XD) and said he was harassing us and told him to leave.. by then Connor was awake and just looked at me in the loving way he always did and. We just talked all the way, he was such a lovely man. Of course, I thought, it would never work between us, we were from different worlds. It was much more class-conscious in 1950 than now. Johnny was so easy to talk to though, asking me about what I did in my spare time and whether I had brothers and sisters and what they did. At first I was embarrassed because he was in full evening dress and white silk scarf, while I was in my little blue uniform with white piping around the edge. To me it.