Unka ek dost tha Aatif jo mujhe baar ghure jaa raha tha. Or me b usse moka dekh ke ghur rahi thi. Me bhi uske pure maje le rahi thi. Vo sabki najro se...bach ke mujhe ghurta rehta. Mere Naram chuche mere kapdo pe lage hue the or meri khule baal meri topi se aadhe dhake hue the. Kuch der gappe maarne ke baad mosam bigad gaya or sardiyo ki baarish hone lagi. Mama ke saare friends apne apne ghar chale gaye par do friend rook gaye vo paas ke gaanv se aaye the. Unme se ek Aatif tha. Aatif Thoda Kaala. Then he put his finger inside her. Amy whimpered. She didn’t push his hand away. They were worked up. He pushed his finger in and out and Amy got wet.After a while, Tim said, “Okay, next lesson.” Amy was startled. There was more? She was suddenly embarrassed that she was touching his weenie. She pulled her hand back.“Next lesson?” Amy asked.“We kiss each other’s privates,” he said. “But a boyfriend calls his privates a ‘peter’. And he calls his girlfriend’s privates . . .”“A pussy,” Amy said. Something your officer could have verified in less time than it took him to go and get you if he had behaved the way that the public expects the police to behave."The sergeant handed me back the stuff I had given him. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience and you may rest assured that Officer Mace and I will have a very long and not so nice talk about this" and the three cops left.I gave Lee Ann back her license and she said, "Thanks for lying for me." It was only half a lie. The divorce isn't final. I felt her powerful legs clench and unclench around my head as shepulled at the roots of my hair. Within my prison of black thigh-flesh,I could hear a soft, "M-m-mmm-mmmm-Mmm-MMMAAH!"And it was over. The black lady released me and I rocked back on myheels and butt, my face smeared with her juices, as she stretched herlegs, a dreamy look on her face.Then I suddenly found that the music I had heard wasn't in my head1 Ina moment, I almost forgot my confused, erotic state (for my encounterhad.