"Do you mind if I walk with you?" she asked timidly."I guess not," I answered. "I'm - uh - supposed to be agreeable and - uh - do what people ask me t... do." Oh. Wow, really? Anything?"I blushed. "I guess so. But, I'd rather you didn't ask me to do anything weird, if you understand what I mean. And anyway, I'm glad you're willing to walk with me. I was getting kinda lonely." Jeez, why can't I just say I like her company? Why'd I have to add that last?!"Okay," she agreed. "I'll just walk with. Robinson in the kitchen drinking coffee. I asked him if he remembered what he said. He said I sure do. Since no one's up yet go ahead and sit on the table. He found a pair of scissors and said to lay down. He pulled my pajama pants off and spread my legs. Cutting the hair above my dick,he lift my little balls and dick and cut the hair. He said I think something wants some attention, I looked down and seen I was hard. Blushing I reached down and put my hands over my dick. Mr. Robinson said. Of course, she knew perfectly well that such a thing was never going to happen, but she enjoyed the thought of it at least!She'd never made it a secret to Stefan about her 'attraction' to black men, and to African men in particular; and she'd been surprised, as well as pleased that he hadn't been upset or jealous of that. In fact, he'd been very candid in admitting that he, too, found black men (and African men), in his words: "Strangely exciting." He even admitted that, though not gay, he. His thumb slid to hermouth.She blinked, parted her lips and let his thumb invade her, increasingher internal temperature, letting her tongue simulate a warm, slipperypussy.He pushed her back onto the bed, whipped the covers away, pushed herpanties to the side and penetrated her.She gasped. Loudly. She tried to flow against him, to melt into him, buthe pinned her down and took her.The fucking didn't last long.But her joy lasted through until morning.She snuggled up against his sleeping body and.