She had a club sandwich with fries. I had gone for the steak salad.“I wish I could see her sooner,” Liz admitted. “I’d love to give her anothe... hug ... to thank her for raising a guy I’m pretty fond of.”“She could probably fly to Nashville for a weekend pretty easily,” I suggested.“Yeah,” Liz agreed. “Or ... we could go there.”I frowned.“Hear me out before you toss the idea in the garbage,” Liz said, tossing a fry in my direction. “Going through that stuff today ... it made me think. Maybe it. So I put it out of my mind. When I was in the adult store one day I saw these hot young black men eyeing me up. Those of you who have read my other stories know I have a weakness for black men. So I strut into the backroom and walked in the door marked woman. I looked around and sure enough there were several holes in the wall and a tv with porn playing on it. I closed and locked the door and took off my clothes. A couple of minutes later a big black cock poked through the hole. I had the man. “Every time I seem to turn I find more. It’s overwhelming at times and I am thankful I have you with me now.” Fred let go of her hand and then cuddled her, holding her tightly. The coffee shop girl came over with two more coffee’s and some jam drop biscuits. She placed them on the table and cleared the old cups without saying a word. Fred nodded thanks. The ate the biscuits and finished the coffee. Helena felt better with the biscuit. Fred left $100 on the table and they exited the coffee shop. But she would never seem to mind anyway. When Mrs. Bookmen was it, I couldn't wait for her to tag me because most of the time she would tag me by touching my little tits, pussy, or bum. My favorite game was when we would play tunnel by swimming under water through each other's legs in the shallow end facing up. Since I couldn't spread my legs out far enough because I was so short, sometimes, Mrs. Bookmen would bump my pussy with her face. Sometimes I would hit hers with my face or head on.