He saw those ass cheeks in his mind. To him, they appeared so expressive or better yet affectionate looking while they sat themselves right inside the...material of that skirt of hers. He kept on smiling as his body warmed up and even tingled a little. He told himself that her ass was “soooo nicely defined” in that skirt she picked out that day. As he thought about it all, he told himself how he easily could feel her ass’ cheeks on the palms of his hands and was almost willing to tell her that. She wanted this as badly as I did. I reached my hand to her breast and began to caress and massage it. I could feel her moan in my throat as she enjoyed the pleasure of my touch. Then I felt her dainty hand wrap around the base of my cock. She lifted her leg and began to rub me along her clit and lips. The sensation had my precum leaking like a river. She was so wet and ready I could have pushed into her right then and she would have accepted me with ease. She began to push me over onto my back. As usual she locked her doors and rolled thewindows up tight, glad that she had paid the extra money to have dark tintput on the windows. She could see them but they couldn't see her. That wasthe way she liked it. They were low-life's, a bunch of niggers, spicks andpoor-white trash. Weren't even worthy of her speaking to them. She let out a small sigh as she turned the final corner in her neighborhood,she was glad to get off of that street. The section of houses in the frontof her subdivision. ?” “Fucking.” She said quietly. I could almost see the shy look on her face. “You won’t be wearing tights this time will you?” I asked her. “You know what happened last time!” I was referring to how had I struggled to pull them down and in the end I got exasperated and just pushed up her skirt and ripped them from her. She gasped but I saw that she enjoyed it. I ripped off her panties as well, tore them in half. She groaned. I grabbed her by the wrists and held her hands down above her head.