I rode my bike to the alley at the rear of the diner. The plan was to pick up the sausage and egg biscuit, which I had phoned ahead to arrange. The bl...ck waitress stood on the wooden deck while smoking a cigarette. She held my white paper bag while she puffed away. I handed her the three one dollar bills for the two dollar biscuit.“So this is convenient for you. You get your nicotine fix and get paid for it as well,” I said.“Chief you are so funny. If I could afford it, I’d buy a ticket in the. I first had her in the drafting room after school when she was in tenth grade.She handed me the statistic sheets, slid over closer, and complained of how cold it was. I put my arm around her shoulders, pulled her close and said, “Here, cuddle up a bit and I’m sure we can warm you up.”She giggled, looked up at me and asked, “Are you really going to leave? You know, go to Florida?”“Yep, no doubt about it, everything is arranged. I have the job, a place to live, some side work already arranged for. A brief moan escaped from my mouth."Sssss," she said as she pretended to still listen for a sound that neither of us cared about anymore; as she stared out into the living room, she moved her hand up about an inch, then back down, just once... then she waited, for the longest time -- probably about ten seconds -- before doing it again, just one small tug, up and down. "I think it came from under the couch," she said with a trembling voice. I could tell she was as horny as I was. She slid off. Your fingers reached my laced thongs and slide it sideways. "You're soaking wet my dear. Is it all because of the caffeine?" You spoke while biting my ear. "No babe, it’s all because I was thinking about you." I moaned as you play with my slit. Your fingers started moving up and down, and in circles. You removed your hands from my mound and you smelled it. I can smell the sex from your finger tips. I quickly grabbed hold of your hands and suck your fingers. Your eyes widened from my actions,.