It just made Ingrid giggle. That was infuriating.?For God's sake, Ingrid, can't you see how risky what you?re doing is? You are a grown woman, the law...s every clauses can be enacted on you!??I know, I really know. But I would rather live happily for a short time than suffer all my life by repressing my true nature. I like women, Ma'am! It?s as simple as that. Les women... like you,? she whispered and looked right into Geraldine's eyes. Her face was a mask of control but desire was burning in. It was my personal opinion that the novelty of being fucked by a Black man would not turn many White girls on, yet a Black girl being fucked by a White man might well turn her on. Yeah, I know, that was stereotyping, but it wouldn’t be a stereotype if it were not often true.Oh, well, I was responsible for finding the new gigolo, even though Sue would have the final approval. That didn’t bother me because it was the characteristics of the fucking that had to be the deciding factor, and I sure as. First as I kissed her neck and ears, I roamed the buttons of her silky thin blouse and slowly began to undo them one by one. I continued by kissing her eyes and nuzzling her hair. As I did, her head laid back on the couch and gave me full access to her neck and the tops of her breasts. Before long Sherry's black lace bra and silk lace panties were all that separated me from a delicious treasure. As I continued to kiss my way down Sherry's neck as she fumbled to release my raging-hard dick. . As I was walking down the staircase, I saw Jess and this tall, black guy, Marty, holding each other’s hands, laughing together and walking towards parking area. “Great”, I said to myself in a sarcastic way. I got a bit upset, as she is still too young. And you never know with these boys, as dad was telling the other morning. My speed got slower but still was somehow walking towards bus stand. I saw Marty’s Dodge Charger, 70’s model, pass by me, but I didn’t saw Jess. Is she going with someone.