Ever perceptive, this was not lost on her. She came to me one night, knocking softly on my door. “Can we talk?” Her voice was soft, apprehensive, ...lmost fearful. The thing I wanted most and least was for her to come in. I wanted her to be with me terribly, but couldn’t risk being around her. With a sigh, I said, “Yea, come on in Erin.” She opened my door and walked over to my bed, sitting on the corner of it, looking at me. She waited a while to being speaking. “Have you been avoiding me?” I. She nodded."Are you proud of your breasts?"She looked confused. "I guess." You're being wishy-washy. Are you proud of them, or not?"She frowned. "Not really. They're okay. They're just breasts." Are they sensitive? Do your nipples get hard when brushed by cold air?"She giggled. "Sure, that's normal." Do they get hard when you touch them, fondle them? You do play with them occasionally, don't you?" Yes."I shook my head. "I can't help you if you lie to me." No, I don't play with my boobs. I did. ”Amazingly he went on and said “What if both of us can kiss her, feel her tits and finger her pussy?”I said without flinching, “Ten.”Now it was beginning to become a competition and he remarked, “Ok, what if she’ll suck us off?”I told him I doubted that would ever happen. I was confident since she’d never been with a black man before.I said, “Well that would cost me fifty total.”He smiled and agreed. I said I would be close by but not in sight so I could verify it.The other black guy came back. Me: Actually when did you wake up?Akka: When you started pressing my boobs.(I was shocked to hear that).Me: Why didn’t you stop me, then?Sarita: I know you were attracted to me but never gave a thought of you seriously. But from the day I saw your dick, I was attracted to you. My husband’s dick is small and he never completely satisfied me. So that’s why I was flirting with you today and I purposely didn’t wear any inners.(I was surprised and happy to hear all that she said).Me: Actually I was.