‘Can’t tell you yet, little sister!’ had come the mysterious reply Lauren had shivered for a second, feeling the goose bumps suddenly attack her...skin. ‘Grace, there’s something going on. I can feel it!’ Grace and Lauren both knew how accurate her ‘feelings’ had proven in the past. ‘Well,’ Grace responded, her pretty eyebrows raised, ‘We’ll see, Lauren. We’ll see.’ Sitting there only twenty minutes from landing, Lauren shivered in delight at what she now knew, andhow right her intuition had. "So, are there maybe any other black guys you would have liked to fuck you? Or did you only dream of me?"Anna produced some ripples in her forehead. "I don't know. It's not just that you're BLACK, you know."She still kept rocking back and forth in a steady pace, trying not to break the comforting rhythm of the throbbing inside her. She paused long between her lines.Then, in a boyish way, she whispered: "They say it must be awesome to fuck Mohammed Ali, though." Oh yeah? How's that? He's another. 'And suck my cock you horny fucker'I couldn't believe my luck. Not only was this hunky cowboy letting me off he actually wanted a piece of me. I was grateful I'd dressed the part and I was looking like a tough cowboy myself. He knocked off my cap and grabbed me by the hair to guide my head down towards his monster cock. I didn't need asking twice and I opened my mouth to suck and slobber greedily. He grunted and pulled roughly at my hair as I almost gagged as his cock hit the back of my. She saw my confusion, "Well you're usually in here with some older woman so I thought you might have broke your lucky streak." She was smiling and not in a smart ass way."No, I just needed a rest break," I laughed, "I'm not as young as I used to be." We both laughed. After she told me where she worked I got us moved over to a booth and it took us a while but we had a nice afternoon in my mother's bed. It was so different, I had no leverage on Des, I had to ask and cajole to get a feel and work.