.He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turnsher head to...look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip he smiles down at her and rests the paper in his lap to pet her softsilky locks, running his arm down the side of her body, her exposed skin cool to his touch she snuggles against him closing her book, tossing it lightly onto the brother's back."Hey!" the brother does not turn to look at. This time was good. I was at a bar on Beale st in Memphis with my roommate and his wife. I happily stumbled into this beautiful black woman with her arms up dancing. I noticed she had a couple of days stubble under her arm. Which was chubby but tight skin with just a little hint of stretch marks. I told her how beautiful I thought she was (which I never do that), and how I wanted to lick her armpits. She was shocked but then looked at me as though to say your not the dumb white guy who just. "So what happened with Mabel last night? She was doing homework last night when my medicine started working on me," I told her.I haven't seen anyone shoot milk out of their nose in a long time. Something about her seeing it on the table would make her get into a fit of giggles again. It must have been ten minutes before she calmed down enough to tell me what happened.Fighting hard to not start laughing again, she told me, "Ma come over to check on you like she has done every single night once. I move along to her hips and onwards to her back side. My hands meeting up with the zipper I managed to grab the zipper and slide it down till it was unzipped.Starting to feel the pressure of my pants as I noticed I am mostly hard at this point. My penis is begging to feel her most tender of places, I slide her skirt down, leaving her panties on. The sight of her skirt sliding down those beautiful legs is almost to much. Starting to lose it a gain, I crawl on to the bed, and up to her exposed.