It made her feel more like an adult. This charcoal black African was about 6'4" tall and had a lean muscular body. After another drags on the pipe, Ka...en was getting even more high. Adolphi knew it was time to make a move. His hand around her neck reached down and touched her breast as he rubbed her thigh. Karen didn't object but she accidently placed her right hand on his crotch. She felt a large bulge that was somewhat hard. She had never thought that she would have let a black African fondle. God I looked good, I was blushing as I admired myself in the mirror in my sexy thong panties and push up bra. This body was like a wet dream come true. I breezed through the work slacks, jackets and blouses picking up a few that I think looked alright (Monday at work was going to be weird). Then I found myself looking at dresses. I smiled to myself as I went through them. I picked several out that were fun, but one in particular stood out. It was very racy, emerald green and strapless with a. Karen was definitely the hotter one, but the other girl was a good comparison, and it seemed as if he had seen her somewhere before. He suddenly could feel intense pressure in his groin area, as his erect penis began to fight with the tough fabric of his old jeans. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his frequently trapped prisoner. Using his legs against the footrest of the table, he leaned his wooden chair back, and started massaging his penis through his boxers. He could already feel the pre-cum. Rambo calling Sugar Tits. You awake Sugar Tits? This is your wake up call." Yeah, I'm awake Rambo," I groaned. Rambo's irritating, nasal whine wasn't something I wanted to wake up to. Ever! "And, stop calling me Sugar Tits."The earpiece/microphone was coming lose from my ear and I seated it firmly back into place as Rambo continued, "Hey, you were the one who agreed that I could pick our call signs for this job." What was funny then isn't all that funny after fifty hours in this sweat box." I.