"Apparently, she recognised my voice from yesterday and turned around with a big smile on her lips. "What is it this time?" Sarah asked and saw Sandra...who was clinging to my arm.I had not even noticed, but Sandra was apparently still playing the role of my girlfriend. Since I really liked having a beautiful girl on my arm, I was not going to complain."And this must be your lovely girlfriend. You didn't tell me she was such a babe. You know this guy was so sweet yesterday. He spent fifteen. With a deep sigh of resignation, she got to her feet and made her way to the door. As Maria reluctantly opened the door, she watched the black man’s expression, slowly and surprisingly, change from a state of frustration to one of excitement and delight. Before him stood something the big Ghanaian had never before seen in the flesh – the arousing sight of an underwear-clad white woman.Immediately, his eyes stretched wide, his face tensed, his nostrils flared. Carefully scanning the young girl’s. I can’t believe I’m this lucky.”Tammy was sitting next to the passenger door, and she turned in the seat to face me, as Sandra sat with her feet under her. Her knees were apart, one on either side of the gearshift. Both of them pulled their shirts open all the way. From their flawless, smooth faces, to their pert, proud titties, their flat bellies, to their neatly groomed pussies, both women are tanned and physically fit.“Josey?” Sandra spoke as I looked at them.“Absolutely beautiful! Just like. My quirks and pet peeves couldn’t contend with the vaster, more vexing problems at hand.“It’s a pleasure, Miss Foster.”He put out his hand. He was standing so close that it almost rested on my waist. Backing full up against the wall, I placed my tremulous palm in his. His grip was firm. His skin warm. I thought at first we were going to shake, and be done with it. But then I watched in silent alarm as he bowed his head, and raising my hand to lips, softly kissed the place where I’d pricked my.