My hand was now up her skirt, stroking her smooth, fleshy thighs, and she unzipped my jeans and put her hand inside, squeezing me gently.“Have you e...er been with a black woman?” she asked quietly.“Yes,” I said.“And?”“And what?”“Did you like it?”“Yeah,” I said, groping for words.“Nothing different about it?”“Everything’s in the same place,” I said. “You ever been with a white guy?”“You’re the first,” she said. “All I ever seem to meet here is black guys. My boss is Nigerian and the whole office. She was bending over me, inspecting my bottom and spend a while looking at it, before Rebecca’s Auntie Louise returned and Mrs Jensen, the Head Mistress exited the scene.“Okay Sweetie, you’re a mess – do you have any wipes and plasters somewhere?” She asked in a kind tone of voice.It took a few moments for me to regather my composure and realise that the session was over.“In the cupboard, in the bathroom. Through the kitchen there,” I said and collapsed back into the tear-stained cushion.Louise. He said he was satisfied and he was glad he didn't need to teach us a lesson. John asked if he had any magic tricks we could buy. The old man shook his head and said he had no tricks that we would want. John didn't like the answer. John was kind of a dummy at times. He would let his mouth get him in trouble. He smarted off to the old guy and said his shop was full of junk. The old guy got real quiet. He asked John to apologize or learn a hard lesson. John called him an old fart. The old. I took her into the store and bought her a soda, when I pulled out my wallet a $50.00 dollar gift card fell onto the floor she picked it and handed it to me I thanked her and said goodbye. As I walked out to my truck, she asked what I was going to do with the gift card. My mind was racing now. I looked her over; she was about 5 foot 9 inches, cute as hell. 36 C’s and a lime green tank top with no bra on and a blue skirt, quite sexy. I asked how old she was, she told me 18. I asked her if she.