Her day, while having been supremely satisfying, had been a tiring one, and her respite was well-deserved. Perhaps it had been a slightly more trying ...ay for her slave, but that was to be expected, the thought, as her lips curled into a silent smile. In the quiet, with only the soft rustle of the breeze and song of an occasional bird, she could let the experiences and memories of her day float over her, reliving them in toe-curling detail.She let each individual highlight have its own spotlight. "I've had no interest in them." Who's the source, do you know?" he managed, sensing the warm weight of her arm behind him and the delicate play of her fingers at the back of his neck. Jesus Christ, he'd been so right, so right! She was offering all that ripe, youthful loveliness to him to fuck right now if he wanted it!Nancy swallowed, her young throat as tight as a drum. Someone out of town, that was all she knew. But lover Clete would kill her if he ever found out! He would, he'd kill her for. Then she waspushing her tongue deep into his mouth and giving himthe hardest, hottest, wettest kisses I’d ever seen.***After Calvin left that night, my wife proceeded to tellme that she’d always wanted to be fucked by a blackman. She said she had seen her P.E. teacher in highschool, a beautiful white woman, sucking off one of theblack maintenance men one day after school. She had gone back to the locker room one Fridayafternoon after school had let out to get her P.E.outfit and they. "Ev-v-verything," she said."I thought you were hungry," he said, his voice sounding strained as he felt her soft breasts pressing against his chest."I am," she said, pushing him away. "W-w-we n-n-need to hur-r-ry. I w-w-wan't to s-s-see my p-p-parents!"Bob shook his head. She was such a puzzle to him, suddenly. So grown up one minute, and so much a girl the next.Breakfast was completely uneventful, almost a polar opposite from the last time they'd faced each other in a booth. No one looked at.