. the ones that captivated me whenever they graced my presence, and the ones that increasingly brightened my thoughts and dreams when they didn't. Now... with our faces a mere inches apart, I saw something in those eyes; something deep and long-lasting, which confirmed the notion that my sister had expressed to me that night when we'd talked in my car.I could have kissed her. I wanted to kiss her. And Inez was sending out overwhelming signals that she was receptive.And at the worst possible time,. His name was Bill. Bill lived on the side of Sugar Loaf Mountain in Maine. It has great skiing and is far enough from home to not be a big risk of being caught. The mountain in mid week is almost empty but it kicks ass for snowboarding! Bill was 48 years old, divorced, and had moved up there to work on the mountain. He had a place right in the middle of where most people lived. After a day of boarding and being wet and sore, I wanted to relax and his place sounded like just what I wanted. Bill. Inside, I threw my purse, phone and jacket in the corner. I went to the dresser where I kept my toys and gathered up a few of my favorites to take to the bed. I laid them out on the bed where they would be handy. I stood in front of my full length mirror. An idea hit me and I put on some bump and grind music. I let my hair down and started to dance seductively in front of the mirror. I put everything I had into that dance. Then, I started to undress, starting with my blouse. Button by button, I. "I hate condoms," he said simply, as if that settled the matter."You gotta wear one though," Ashley said, handing him the only barrier that would be between her tender white pussy and his raging black cock, "I'm not on the pill, and I can't get pregnant by you..." What? You a racist ho? You scared I'd give you a nigga baby?" Derren scowled at the condom. No doubt he thought he'd have bare lily-white pussy tonight."N-no... I just don't want to have any baby right now..." Again, the idea of.