I mean, when I first held June in my arms, the fact that she was black made her seem more exotic. But that was just a very small part of what made her...special to me. She didn't taste or smell any different. Her skin beaded water differently than mine in the shower, but I knew white girls for whom that was true as well. What I loved about June was that little girl I discovered who I wanted to get to know a lot better.I noticed that some of the dumber white people no longer liked me now. That. I knew there would be plenty of sexy girls in those matches and headed that way. When I came to the giant-swings, there were two girls swinging and laughing as they tried to see who could swing the highest. Both of them were wearing miniskirts and crop-tops. I could tell by the size of their titties, they were probably a year or so younger than me. They sure have some tan legs, and then, their loose tops fly up - on the down swing and expose those brown bellies.I looked up to see two more girls. Even a girl can do it.” She giggled. “I don’t know about the strength, I kinda just made a WAG, a wild assed guess, on that, but hopefully you’ll show me the measurements someday.”“Exactly what you did was fine. You probably used two even scoops.” She nodded, then I saw her rummaging. Pan, cookie sheet, and just let her go. “Mmmmmm,” I sounded out. She looked at me as if to question what I was doing sitting there just making weird noises. “I’m admiring my winnings. As little slave girls go, I. They moved from MY HEAD... rubbing it attentively..TO MY SHOULDERS.. massaging them like he had practiced the ancient art of massage therapy... MY CHEST.. grabbing my pecks like a woman ready to breast feed...MY BACK as if time stood still and we had all day...then to MY ASS... he paid close attention... rubbing it ... gripping it..and with no warning SPREADING IT....Then i felt something coming ...i tried to play it off and i opened my eyes grabbing Jason's arms Whom had my ass in a vice.