Every time I'm in her store or see her somewhere around town, she seems to go out of her way to flaunt her cute little tushy at me.I was at her shop t...is summer, when we were making small talk, when the conversation shifted to her workout regimen. That's where she told me about her mini-gym in the loft upstairs. She asked if I wanted to check it out, then flipped the 'Closed' sign on her door, locked it, and we headed upstairs in the old brick building.The musty room was empty except for the. I'd always finish her off with her on her back and her legs over my shoulders as I pounded into her. We fucked everywhere we could and tried all the positions. But for her, her favorite position was always riding on top. My favorite was having her on her knees and taking her that way. I just loved to watch those breast bouncing every which way. I'd grab her hips and just pile drive into her and not worry if I was making her cum or not, this was all for me. And then during one evening fuck. What else? Anything? There may or may not be a Prologue to explain exactly who Cindy is and where she came from, I haven't decided yet and in any case, it's largely unimportant to the story anyway. I kind of like the mystery as it sits, but it depends on how my last couple chapters work out too.The best defence is a good "So?"Anyways, uhhh ... Lastly ... I'm throwing this up as "Premier Membership Exclusive" just because I'm sorta into that for some reason. Don't ask me why, I think I just like. "Now let me make sure that I understand exactly what you're saying, Mz. Elder," Carla said sternly, "you're guaranteeing that my daughter will receive daily instruction in large black erection etiquette?!?" "That is exactly what I'm saying," the headmistress replied smoothly, "in fact we guarantee that your daughter will get at least two hard fuckings a day by black erections that are at least nine inches long!!!" "And oral sex?!?" Carla Scott asked. "Of course," Marion Elder shot back, "that.