"What's your name, girl?" he asked.I was surprised he hadta ask an' kinda embarrassed seein' as how he had his hand up 'tween the legs o' some girl wh...se name he ain't even know. It shamed me 'cause it made me feel like my name ain't as important as my coochie to him. I guess Mama was right that we ain't nothin' but niggas to a white man like him. 'Course, I ain't jus' any nigga. I's the nigga what he's enjoyin' right now."My name's Gloria, sir," I answered him."That's a nice name," he said.. This story is really very good and I learned a lot from this mature lady who is really very aggressive in bed. So now I am going to start the story and scene is like this I just moved to Chandigarh when this happened. I was 19 years old and they put me with a host family for the first 2 weeks until I found a place of my own. When I first moved in with the host family, I appreciated how beautiful Chandigarh women are. This lady is 52 and married to a guy thrice my age and had two kids. Even. “Okay, wait here and I will be right back.”When she returned, she had several negligees and pairs of stockings. She stood in front of Nikki and looked at her smiling, “This is going to be a lot easier if you get naked.”Nikki reacted a little shocked, “Right here?” She looked around at the exposure to the rest of the shop.Sharon just replied, “What did I say about the exhibitionism part?”Nikki looked to Joe who just shrugged and nodded for her to comply. “You know you want to Nikki. So just do. I hate the sand sticking to my skin. I hate the sunburn I know I am going to get. Most of all, I hate hot sweaty sand. I have never enjoyed the beach unless I have a beach chair. Yet here I am, lying on the beach, sand stuck to my sunscreen covered ass, arms, back, you name it. I shift restlessly on my beach towel, trying with great difficulty to keep my hat in place to give my fair face some kind of protection. I am sweating. Not the good kind of sweat that comes with physical activity, but.