In fact, aside from the stone bench she had laid on, the only other thing in the room was a small glass-top table. The dismal warmth that the candle b...ought was by no means enough to outweigh the damp, dank feeling infused by the ancient stone room. There was a sense of decay that gave it the overwhelming feeling of loss. Suddenly the light from the candle highlighted the man’s features. The fiery gold of the flame seemed to mix with the green of his eyes, leaving Ari feeling as though she were. ”I watched as Katie put her box down, sat on it, and said “I don’t know about you but I’m going to have to do something about it, here and now.” She undid her belt, stood up and dropped her jeans and panties to the floor, and stood in front of Lucy rubbing her pussy which I could see was very neatly trimmed to a landing strip.Lucy didn’t need asking. She dropped her box and lifted her summer dress over her head and off revealing a lacy bra and matching thong. The thong hit the floor and I could. I'm more then willing to help out when I can." She turned into her room and shut the door in one fell swoop and I was left to lug my case down what seemed to be isle after isle of carpeted floor until I came face to face with my room; face to face with the last college I'll ever go to (I had transferred from University of Houston) . I really just assumed since so many black girls had aspirations to go to one of these (black colleges) , that the apartments would be a lot more glamorous then this. Now I knew coming into this conversation, that the littl guy in her shopping cart was more than likely her offspring. But like we established earlier, I was just doing some freelance photography. Rite!? Wrong!Miss Thing had to go and complicate things even further by asking Me about Me! "I'm 25 too!", she squeeked. It was almost orgasmic, yet sweet. " My name is James", I stamered. Dang it. I shouldn't have given her my real name. Well James, I don't realy have any friends around here. .