.Yeah, and she felt really bad about that. Actualy, believe it or not, I cut about five minutes off of her rant. She is touchy about some things, and ... am sorry I didn't let you readers know that her eyes were narrowing. really.She is a make believe character, she wasn't the one insulting your readers!Now look who is breaking the fourth plane! I want to warn you, that Hardcase's eyes are narrowing right now... Oh, no- S sorry, ah, she seems like a nice girl, and I am sorry I blamed you oops I. Tom pulled her back. His cock slipped halfway out. She felt her hair gathered up and pushed aside and then kisses on her shoulder. His hands came up to tease both nipples. ‘I like that,’ she said, and tried to relax. As he toyed with her, the defenses melted. Worry about what was next faded. There was no pressure to perform. Lips tickled her ear. A hand traced away from her breast, explored south, until it rested above her sex. ‘You’re skin is so soft.’ A fingertip twirled her clitoris. A gasp. When the audience dismissed themselves from the concert hall, the next ‘performance’ came autograph signing from the show’s star performer. What felt like an eternity, the violist finished signing leaving me and Denise as the final two. After Denise got the violist’s autograph, she looked at me and the violist annoyed before excusing herself when the violist seemed to be checking me out and ignoring everyone else. I was about to follow Denise down the stairs till the violist gently took me by. He stood about 6'2" and was built like a brick wall. More importantly he had the darkest black skin she had ever saw. Ever since she'd been a teenager she'd fantasized about black men, but had never even really talked to one. The 39 year old blonde had grown up in an affluent section of Long Island, and had rarely come in contact with blacks other than the older men who worked in the service industries.She watched as he worked around the pool. His shirtless black skin sun as sweat began to.