Exploding in bursts with his every move, her world shrouded in his need for her to become undone. The chains that she had bound herself in to keep any...ne out, were starting to rust and disintegrate into nothing.Once more, his tongue invaded, filling her with a hungry need that she knew had to have been held at bay. Unfolding her fingers from the couch, she slides them beneath the gap of his shirt, feeling for the first time the body that had been teasing her since her arrival in the. At my place of employment we work different shifts. There are a lot of blacks working the swing shift, and I've become friends with some of them over the past couple of years.One is an especially good friend. Jeff and I often joked and talked about sex. We'd k** each other about interracial sex and what our baby might look like. He was so black and I was so white neither of us could quite imagine what our c***d would look like. Yeah, I know this was a strange relationship, but I was attracted. I just needed to be careful to angle myself in such a way that Mr. White could see my naked pussy but that Jennie couldn’t.As we began talking, though, I found that I pretty soon forgot all about exposing myself to Mr. White as I became involved in the conversation, which was about the use of music to establish mood in movies. At one stage I leaned away from Mr. Franklin to tuck my legs under me on the couch. It was only after I had been this way for quite some time that I happened to glance at. I recognized the instrument. I’d lusted for it ever since I saw it at Vinnie’s guitar shop where I took lessons. A classical Spanish concert guitar with a rounded back. I’d long ago—in V2—replaced the steel strings on my acoustic guitar with nylon strings because I was never interested in rocking out. I loved the soft mellow tones of classical guitar music. But having a real concert guitar was beyond my wildest dreams. This guitar cost more than $10,000!“Dad! I don’t know what to say! It’s so.