One day I a young black thug in one of my classes caught me looking at the tattoo on his arm. The tattoo read, "Ever Had a Nigga?" I was embarrassed. ...rom that day on, he hit on me every opportunity. Of course, I wanted to kiss him and let him use me, but that would have been professional suicide!He had a white girlfriend, named Sheryl. I saw them everywhere kissing. Actually, it was more like sucking face.Black men hit on me at the mall, too. Practically, everywhere I went black men hit on me.. “How is the water?” “Fantastic” replied Susan; a little confused that the woman and her friend seemed so openly touching, knowing he was not her husband. Susan watched as the couple discussed something and almost immediately began walking in to the sea. “Mind if we join you?” shouted the blonde. “Of course not, there’s plenty room” Susan shouted back. Soon the couple were level with her and they offered hellos and how do you dos very strangely between keeping afloat and trying to. They knew this might be their last show for a long time, so they wanted it to be really good.We did a run-through of the complete show on Friday morning and were happy with the way we sounded. It was going to be a good concert; the weather was good and we were going to be playing to a sold out stadium. This stadium would only hold about fifty thousand, but two shows with that many people is a big gate.The Fab Five liked the idea of us signing autographs for money that would be donated to a. It was a bit awkward, but sitting there with my legs crossed facing my lover I could glance down and see my pussy reflected in the glass – not surprisingly it was already oozing a little juice.“You okay, honey? Now let's spread our legs like this and cross them over each other.”Luckily, we were both young and flexible, so it wasn't quite as difficult as it might sound. We each had a perfect view of our pussies, in fact a double view in the mirror below us. Tessa then reached forward and touched.