As I do so, I let the tips of my fingers make a trail up the now bared skin of your sides, across the sides of your tits, up your armpits making you q...iver, and up your arms. When I get to your wrists, instead of pulling your shirt completely off, I bunch it together, make a loop out of the middle, and wrap the loop around your wrists trapping them in your shirt.“Do not drop your arms,” I say firmly. “Eh ir,” you reply, mouth full of glass plug.I step back, admiring you in your undergarments.. We all have knowneach other for a long time, so the atmosphere was verylight and easy-going. The guys see Annette as a buddy more than a potentialconquest, so there was none of the sexual politics thatcan put a damper on an otherwise fun day. Several beersand a ride in the tube for each of us had us cooledoff, wet, laughing and ready to party. Soon we rounded the final bend in the river beforereaching the bar. When it came into view, I couldhardly believe my eyes. There were so many. Not too hard, but enough to show his need for them. After pulling her nipple with his teeth, he put his mouth to her left ear."You never been fucked by a black man before, huh?" he asked, teasing her.Amanda put both hands behind his neck and shook her head, too ashamed to voice her answer. "I want to prove I'm not racist. Please, please use me. This white body is yours."They kissed deeply, vigorously with open mouths. I was still in a state of shock and utter shame. How could a few noble visits. “I wasn’t trying to.”“I know. I’ve been told it happens anyway.” His heart skipped at the implication; there could be only one source for that sort of information. “For what it’s worth, if you’re after an uncomplicated shag you could do a lot worse. Despite the façade, she’s a sweet girl. A firecracker in the bedroom too, or so I hear.”“I’m not here to...”“She’s not either. That’s why it might work. Anyway, I’m not your matchmaker or your madam. Suit yourself.”He decided that he needed to at.