They were the only people I really knew, or at least saw regularly, so my little world involved them. They were both black, very dark skinned, but I t...ought nothing of it. “You could call it a sheltered upbringing, although the country was a bit wild. I didn’t think I was lonely because it was all I’d known. But you know, when all you have is four or five people, no TV or any of that, your thoughts revolve around these people.” I could imagine the simmering stew of adolescent emotions se was. I then pulled her down so she was leaning backwards, being supported by the rope in my hand, and I then pulled her up in a throwing motion and as she went past me I then pulled on the rope harness making her swivel rapidly and drew her into my chest. Now, this is something I've done before and some women find it exhilarating. She didn't miss a beat and twisted toward me as quickly as I had pulled, and I realized that she's a dancer and a good one. I said so as I continued to push and pull her. He had short hair, stubble and was in his late 30s. Only being 20 at the time I found him very sexy because he looked good for his age. He was in good shape and was a bachelor. He was demanding and strong. I always wondered what it would be like to fuck him. I slowly knocked on his office door A stern many voice answered "Who is it?" "Clara Jones," I stuttered. "Ahh come in," he replied I entered his office to find him sitting at his desk. "Lock the door behind you miss Jones," Mr Simmons. This wouldn’t do her husband’s seat covers any good, he thought with another smile. She sat there a moment, naked in the speeding car except for the halter top, and looked into his face. A touch of defiance, a ?see how much I care? look. He unhurriedly let his gaze run down her body, The barely concealed breasts, the tight flat stomach, the thick bush of dark pubic hair that her husband told him she trimmed but never shaved, the sleek legs, the dainty little feet in the sandals. In his own time.