That’s 20%. You smile, maybe laugh. That’s 20%. You put your hand on her arm. That’s 20%. You start to lean in closer. That’s 20%. Your...faces are almost touching, and you stop. That’s 10%. She’s got to come the last 10%. The point of all that is to make your intentions clear while still giving her plenty of opportunity to pull back if she wants, and if she does, that’s ok.”“Easy for you to say…”“Again, stop that. Some gals play things conservatively to start with on account of being. I know it is late. I know you have to get up for work in the morning. But I don’t care. I slip under the covers, as quietly as possible so as not to disturb you from your deep sleep. You are on your back, lucky for me, as access to your ever pleasing maleness is easy and all it will take is a shift of a bed sheet to obtain the prize I am aiming for. My touch is soft, almost feather like as I reach for you. You stir briefly and I pause, not wanting you to wake up and spoil the surprise I have. After a standard ten-count, she switched her stretch to a squat, and the shuffling resumed. She would have laughed, but she didn't want him to catch on that the show had been on purpose. She grabbed her gloves and a disc from her bag, and then turned around."Would you like to warm up together?" she asked."Sure thing!" he replied confidently with a smile. She was impressed, as she expected him to be a little flustered as he had just been checking her out.She gave a quick glance to his shorts,. .. that means me and Latisha."My fists clenched as the woman's hand returned to my lap, her black fingers gripping my white cock. She squeezed and rubbed it and, to my horror, it stiffened."Aha, the white boy likes it," Mr. Jackson said and chuckled."I want him to fuck me," the woman said, the first time my mother and I heard her voice."Well get undressed then," Mr. Jackson said.My teacher began undressing and the woman jumped from the couch. As each article of clothing was removed I noticed.