I don’t know why, but I just love older men. Now don’t get my wrong, not raggedy old men, but well maintained men, men who know what they want and...aren’t afraid to get it. Even take it by force mmmm taken by force I’m getting wet just thinking about it. I walked into the school lobby wearing a really short denim mini skirt, a tight black tank top (without a bra of course) and black sandals. My long silky black hair hung straight around my shoulders, my make up fresh like. "You ... you ... you need a black guy tonight?" Albert asked.I must be dreaming, Albert thought."Do you live somewhere around this area?" Caramella asked."Sure I do," Albert responded."Are ... are ... are you a hooker?" Albert had to ask.Caramella hated the question. She was not a hooker, for the fact that she would have sex with any black guy free of charge."No. No I am not. Hey do you know what a one night stand is?" Caramella asked him back."You ... you ... you want to do it with me," Albert. He couldn't really tell, but he would almost have sworn that their pupils were nearly the deep blue of a tiger lizard's eyes, not a normal man's dark brown. Last of all the being was uncommonly tall. He was a full hand span taller even than Orzad, who was accounted uncommonly tall among his fellows, though not nearly as thick through the body.The being's clothes, too were strange. Not their cut so much, for men of different cities often wore varying styles, but in their color. They weren't the. But, like all the times before, she awakened before anything truly sexual happened.That was one of the moments she would remember of her wedding day. The next was when Marie came in and laced her into her wedding gown. Flora was hidden under layers of transparent 'illusion' but Marie hugged her through it."I've missed you, Princess," she whispered."And I, you," Flora whispered back. She felt cold.Later in the day, she was escorted by her father's footman to the chapel. Her father lay there in.