That was part of the interview photo process. Thicker than Mack’s but not as long; she visualized it underneath his apron. She wondered how it might...feel with him between her thighs. With Mack as her only lover, she had no comparison to make.The wine was settling in around her hips now. She felt warm and knew this was a sex flush. Life was good. She turned her attention to the album and wrote down several pages and positions she had avoided before. She thought Mack might not like them but her. I told Handy that if he wanted me to go with him there, just hit me up on my pager. I gave him my hitter number and jetted.As midnight creeped in, my cell phone was blowing up! It was as Handy. Damn this shit is real I thought as I got in my ride to go pick him up. Our trip to the club was quiet. The only thing that Handy spoke on was wondering if he did pick somebody up could he bring them back to my crib. I said hell yea. I guess that part of me wanted to see this shit! The club was dark and. "Go quick, multiple hostiles incoming from your last location." Klutch's voice has slight concern in it."Go go go..." Stack replies as the two spies move with haste down the hallway, checking around each corner with the sides of their heads before moving to the right as Klutch told them. The two quickly move down a handful of steps before pressing open one final door and exiting out of the building into a dim lit parking lot.A pitch black conversion van that is hidden perfectly in the night. This was different, she felt like a real woman at last and she was determined to enjoy it.Turning round, she admired her perfect bottom in the mirror, the cheeks divided by the line of her mother's lace back thong. She could feel the insistent pressure of the narrow crotch between her legs. Adjusting the ‘O’ in the bum to frame her exquisite cleft slightly, (it was probably one size too big), she pulled it up tight over her minxy, amazed by how it almost revealed her, but not quite.Moving the.