"Good gwirl", she coaxed and my eyes could not help but run the length ofher lovely slim naked legs. "Good gwirl", coaxed Nulinda, talking to me preci...ely as if I were a dumband stupid animal. "Good gwirl", she whispered as if I were her pet. "Good gwirl", Nulinda coaxed me, and I blushed as her humiliation of me creamedmy naughty even more as I looked up at her wickedly pretty, brown, nude, tightlittle bottom. As she bent to arrange something on the back seat of the car she had openedthe rear. I came three more times, and she lost count of her orgasms after about the first 30 or 40 minutes. When it was over, she told me I had "fucked the drunk out of [her]", something I had never heard of until then. But she had indeed sobered up. As some of you might guess, she was walking funny for a couple of days.++++My first black gal was when I went to visit a friend, he was not home but next door was a sexy young black gal who was living with her friend. She just had had a baby five days. Maybe it was an extension of the constant feeling of unease he justcouldn't seem to shake. The strangeness and cloudiness that every daywas shrouded in and every night was overtaken by. He should care thathe was losing time more and more frequently. That he woke up sore mostmornings like he had been training for an MMA fight; his legs, hisjaw, the few times his ass hurt so bad he had to break out thestanding desk to be able to get any work done. And every time he triedto really think about how. Had it been Chix on Dix or Topless Bottom's? It didn't matter at which one he stopped. Any one of them would have been the same to him and thus the same to Amber. He was sick of feeling her presence in his car next to him."That one," Max answered as he pointed at the first place that popped up. He pulled his car into the club's parking lot. The bright pink sign reading "Reality Changer's" reflected off his car's hood.The seat moaned as Amber leaned around to take in the sight. "You sure?" she.