"Apparently, it does." I laid one of my hands over hers. "I'm not mad at you. If anything, I'm mad at myself." "About what?" she asked. "I can't help ...ut think that you want something that I can't give you," I said. "And that, because you know I can't, you won't ask for it. But I care about you too much not to feel bad about it all the same." Her voice hardened. "And what, exactly, is it that you think you're not offering me that I want so badly? I'd like to know, since it's news to me." I. I first wondered if I was gay, but I knew I was just much more sexually open minded than most and I just enjoyed the visual. After one day of indulging my fantasies, I was getting a hot dog near the Port Authority bus terminal when this slender black chick approached and started a conversation with me. She told me that I was cute and wanted to know if I wanted to hang out with her. Still being a virgin and still shy around girls, I immediatley said yes. Now mind you, I was very nervous about. I love the surprise of you not wearing undies when you came to get me." Okay, but you got to be nice. You got to try and help me not show everyone what I am not wearing them. We have to figure out a way that I don't soak this dress. This is turning me on a lot." I could feel his hand teasing my bare pussy lips. I had been turned on ever sense I styled my pussy.He reached into the back seat, in his bag, and he had a towel he keeps in the outer pocket, his golf towel he called it. He said. "Here,. She considered going casual, wearing only a torque or necklace, perhaps. In the end, for this rather formal business trip, she voted for conservative business wear. She slipped cuffs on her wrists. A collar around her neck carried a diagonally striped cloth ('Why do they call it a @tie?') that fell between her breasts almost to her waist. She left her light brown hair long across her back, slightly restrained by an ivory bar.Gold ear cuffs weren't considered out of place in this case, but she.