This, gentlemen (and I use the term ironically), is a dream girl.I rode my 250cc motorcycle up to beside the bench where the ass I was begging to be a... firm as her tits looked soft was sat and asked what she was reading. Before I could finish the sentence she held up one finger to silence me, still reading. Yup – she cared about the prose. I was starting to like her, not just her body. Strange how beauty can do that. I took the opportunity to check her out further and realized she was not yet. ’ As she spoke, his gaze slid past her to the balcony, and his eyes narrowed. ‘Is that Jason and Sam out there?’ he asked before bringing his cool gray eyes back to hers. ‘Don’t tell me they left you all alone.’ That comment made her want to laugh. What was she, a six-year-old? ‘Uh, not really. I got cold and came inside. They’ll probably be back in soon.’ ‘Still,’ he returned, stepping so close to her that she caught the scent of chlorine and cologne that rose from his skin. ‘As an Italian. I heard them talking quietly and the unmistakable sound of zippers going down.Looking down, I could see one of them had gone down to his knees, while a deep voice commanded:“Suck my cock; you, filthy bitch…”That voice could only belong to a nigger; a very big one…I listened quietly, as the first guy slurped around a black cock; he gagged on it several times, while the big man moaned in pleasure.I heard also some slap sounds and figured the black guy was slapping the cocksucker on his face…“You. I laugh as they watch me walk by, judging me like I’m aside of beef. A few have even tried their lines. Nonehave worked, and none ever will. I am a lesbian. I’malso black.I remember clearly the first time I had sex. It was notexactly what I had expected it to be, but it was not adisappointment. He was a skilled lover, and I reallyliked it. Yet I felt that something was not quite right.Oh, I liked the feel of his thickness as it soothed theitch between my thighs with its constant in.