When they were both done, she turned off the TV. He read numbers to her which she entered into a database.He came to sit next to her and looked over h...r shoulder to check the results and maybe adjust the curve, but there were other curves distracting his attention. His eyes fought to stay on the laptop screen, but they drifted to the ample display of cleavage revealed by his wife's low-necked tank-top.Her breasts were up and firm, yet there were no bra lines visible. He considered that there. Know seeing a feeling his black hands on her white breasts excited her and her nipples got hard and am sure he noticed too. He then asked her to lay back and put her feet in the stirrups. When he started examining her pussy she couldn't help but start breathing hard and shuddered with excitement when he touched her there. He asked her if she was OK and she gasped she was but having a black man touching her there excited her, she couldn't help it. He asked if she had fantasies about black men. "Do- do you have a table? I kinda don't know anyonehere..." Sure," Neil says, and I try to suppress my grin as I follow him to thetable where two other boys are sat. On the way to the table, we passcountless tables populated by teenaged girls, all of whom are spendingmore time digesting the information on their phones than digestingtheir food. No doubt my parents would love nothing more than for me tobe part of that silent, image-obsessed clique, which makes me all themore desperate to build a. He's almost eighteen now. I promised him a fancy dancy car if he graduated in the top ten of his high school class. He did. He wants flames or some wild thing like that. I heard of this place, but I had no idea it was your place. Anyway, I want to get it customized for his birthday next month. Can you help me?" she said.The car was a fifty-five Chevy Belaire, a true classic. "Sure. It's what I do," I said."Can I ask how much it will cost me? The car itself cost me a ton," she said. I put on my.