I made sure she is normal, had a general talk, played with her son for a while and left the place.That night, I texted her again. To my surprise, she ...eplied back immediately. Then I asked what was the problem and why she didn’t reply me back. She just tried to ignore it by bluffing that she had loads of work.Then I asked how my massage was. She said she is so relaxed the entire day and thanked me for providing such an amazing massage and would like to have another sooner. This time, I decided. .. whut you lookin for?" I loved his deep Black man voice. My nipples were as large as they had ever been and at his eye level cause he was sitting in the SUV."I guess I'll know what it is when I see it," I said in my best little sing song white girl voice. I have practiced that voice for years so now I can sound just like a perfect first date bimbo. It also helps that I can lisp when I talk. One guy--a friend of a friend-- told me that he came just listening to me on the phone. "Well, I got. In a rising panic I realised my legs were open. Wide open.Oh my God, I'm naked!My calves began to cramp. I tried to ease the pressure by bending my knees. My hamstrings screamed in protest and I locked my knees back out. My thigh muscles quaked and I moaned incomprehensibly. With the pain, my senses sharpened and my anxiety mounted. Adrenaline started pumping through my veins and I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. My breath quickened and my skin came alive. What was going on?Please!. She said, "God, I really needed that. I haven't taken a shower since this morning, I was nasty." She laughed when she saw what I was using her thong for, and said, "Wow, you're such a perv." With that, she sat down, her body and hair still really damp, and gave me another really long kiss, then she got back down between my knees, moved my hand, and finished stroking me off with her thong. After a minute, I finally blasted my second load of the night in her face, on her chest, in her hair, and.