I grabbed his hard cock as it hung down between his legs and stroked it as I leaned my head into his ass with my tongue out. As my tongue was about to...touch his asshole I got a little grossed out, but I said to myself just do it! With that I began rimming his black ass and buried my tongue into his asshole. He moaned loud as I jerked him off and ate his ass! After 10 minutes or so of intense ass licking I began to circle his asshole with my index finger and when I started to push my finger. "How sweet of you" she said in a voice that curled my toes and she reached in her handbag and brought out a five dollar bill, "Here, at least let me give you this for your trouble."I politely refused it, but at the last minute I said, "I'll let you buy me a cup of coffee some day."She grinned at me and said, "It's a date."As she drove off the lot my eyes followed her until she was lost to sight.It was almost six weeks before I saw her again. She had run over something on the road and had blown. Her left hand now settled high on my thigh, her thumb very close to my groin. ‘Are you alright, Veronica?’ I asked, softly. She didn’t reply, just breathed heavily. I reached for my glass and swallowed some of the fiery liquid. ‘Remember what I told you about Helen?’ Veronica suddenly said, raising her head and almost immediately letting it drop back into my lap before I could answer. ‘Course I do. If you mean her . . . um, advances.’ ‘Hmm,’ she said, nodding, her nose in close proximity to my. It was part Southern and part something else. She told me she was a Cajun woman from south of New Orleans.Wait a moment! How can one be from "south of New Orleans"? I thought. There was nothing but mud, swamps, and ocean south of New Orleans! Well, maybe not!We met at a coffee shop. She had a beautiful smile. I kept glancing at her body, legs, and feet. I made a date. I went out to dinner and danced. She was a poor dancer. I had two years of ballroom lessons, and she did not measure up. But.