'' it's ok to go wild babe, I've fuck black guys with monster cocks so you fit perfectly to do whatever you want!'' she said with lust in her voice. a...though I was alittle dishearten to here that I was happy to know I had free rein over how I got to fuck her. so I started at a good pace. not to fast not to slow. then I went faster.. and faster.. and harder. she moaned so loud I'm sure someone heard us. I was now pumping as hard as I could and picking up speed. I saw her hand reach down and soon. I had never admittedmy interest, but had encouraged her gently to buy the black mac. I admitto trying them both on occasionally while she was out of the house, andloved their soft feel.There were two matters of argument between us, neither of them I thoughtreally serious. I am (or was) very untidy, and tended to drop my clotheswhere I took them off. I also tended to leave tools and papers lyingabout, to Jennie's mild annoyance.The other was my hair. At boarding school we had to have our hair. Robin was angry but she had always been one to keep control. She refrained from calling him and screming down the phone like a hysterical bitch (that was what he would say later). Instead, she decided that if Julius could play that game, so could she.The dry cleaning outlet at the mall also did repairs and had a changing room. It was run by Lerone, a handsome young black man whose father ran a chain of such outlets in the city. He was single and in his mid 20s, tall, athletic and handsome. She. Gloria smiled, and knelt down in front of her and gave her a hug. Alicia hugged her back, then we all sat down. Most of the conversation was quickly between the two girls, as Sister Francis and I looked on. Part way through she leaned and whispered into my ear “Did you notice your colors? You are almost midnight black, she is a very light black. Alicia is pretty much in between, closer to you than Gloria. Do not be surprised if some mistake her for your actual daughter.”“Sister, I doubt much.