"My mother smiled. I realized how silly that sounded as I was openlywearing pantyhose on a daily basis. "It will look good on you Jamie. Justtrust me....Now hurry up and get ready."My mother left the room to put on her makeup for work while I put on theclothes. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the bathroomdoor. The shirt felt very soft. The sleeves or lack of them looked a bitodd as they barely covered the top of my arms. Its length was a bit on theshort side as well. The bottom. He was even permitted, in fact encouraged, to put his mouth on each, sucking and kissing and licking those long nipples.He remembered telling her how much he wanted her and how he hoped that they would have a long future together; assuring her it wasn't just the passion of the moment talking. That he really liked her and had done from when they first met."Do you really mean that, Tony?" she asked a little shyly."Yes, I can assure you darling I do. I'm hoping when we both go to uni next year. . you'll never guess." she gasped. "They both came to the door and they both answered the questions and then they got into an argument about which answer was right." Her eyes were bright and she was obviously excited by the results of her ploy. I was really proud of her."Well done. Let's go somewhere and figure out what we've learned." I suggested.She nodded and we headed off to one of our favorite parking spots by the river and stopped. Penny had been reading her notes with deep concentration. I'd never been with a white female before, only African women; and though I love African women, there had always been in the back of my mind, a fantasy, if you want to call it that, a curiosity, etc. about what it would be like to have sex with a white female. I was always seeing white females in magazines and newspapers and on-line (like porn), and there was something undeniably sexually exciting about the thought of what it would be like to fuck one of them.After seeing pictures of this young.