) I am dating Hannah, standing at 5"5, brunette with a pair of 32B breasts.Although i did love hannah i would occasionally talk to my mates about how ...orgeous our history teacher is, her name, Miss Peters. She Had blonde hair and hazel eyes and was 5"7 with a 36B bust not forgetting a smile to die for. We teased her by calling her by her first name (Katy) in front of her collegues, even if we did get detention it was worth daydreaming over her for an hour or so. It was about November time when. I couldn't wait. Friday at work was difficult, I walked around he office with a perpetual hard on. My diminutive size worked to my advantage as no one could see the erection I was boasting in my pleated pants. I started to get concerned that precum may soon soak through to my trouser front and thought a "release" was necessary. I went into the bathroom, closed a stall door behind me and wasted no time in getting my dick out. While my coworkers used the restroom all around me, I fantasized about. “Thanks, Ma’am.” The door slid open and we entered what looked very much like a staircase hewn into the rock inside a cave. Fake torches lines the walls and gave off a flickering, reddish light. My nervousness peaked again, and I gripped Anne’s hand tightly. Walking with clamps on your pussy lips is uncomfortable; I had already become aware of that. But I quickly learned while we descended the steps, that walking down a flight of stairs is a lot worse. I had to grab the railing with my other. Feelings aren’t wrong. Feelings are never wrong. Feelings always tell the truth, and it’s okay for you to feel how you feel. I’m not judging you. You’re brave for telling me this. Thank you for telling me this.Not judging her. A powerful, lovely, kind, understanding, wise black woman was not judging her for admitting that being ****d by a black man (his big lips those long fingers that scratchy, woolly hair that HUGE THICK IT HURT ME HURT ME DEEP GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING HORRIBLE DIRTY NIG—)—made.