We were now deep into the ghetto, the poorest part oftown, pretty much all black. White men didn’t come tothis part of town, and the only white ...omen here wereeither working whores, or women addicted to black cock.We pulled into a garbage strewn parking lot of a pornstore/adult arcade. When we entered, all conversationstopped. I was the only white woman in the bookstore, and my titswere still exposed, plus Charles led me in like a bitchon a leash. There were a smattering of black. I prefer not to call women ‘pieces of work’, but I’m sort of lazy and I’d rather not say ‘A piece of artwork’. Anyways, back to my friend. She strolled up with a big smile on her face and clambered up into the cab of my truck. After saying our Hi, how are you’s, I couldn’t help but notice how perky her boobs looked. They appeared to be about a C cup and I had to force myself to focus on the road. I drove past the local pub, which served as more of a battleground for the regulars. Broken. Sometimes she caught me looking and smiling and called me a dirty old perv as she smiled. I just smiled more. She stopped wearing long pants and the shorts she wore were the ones with wide leg openings. Lots of air flow. Three months passed with no new infections. I noticed that her smell changed as well. It was a fragrance I loved, when she felt good. I had noticed when the itch and discomfort were a problem the first indicator I had was her smell and taste changed. It had been months since. After few days she started to initiate the chat and we used to chat almost all day long. One day I ask her about himanshu to which she said don’t tell anyone that was a casual relationship we used to date and kiss and usual stuff but when I asked him to marry me before having physical relationship he declined. I said “poor guy missed the opportunity”.After that she asked me tell me something truthfully, I said ask anything, she asked me if I like her do I dream about her. To which I said bhabhi.