’ ‘Oh, well nice to meet you Glenn. Is there something I can do for you?’ I said this in my best business voice. Trying really hard to not swoon...as the smell of his aftershave drifted over to me. Glenn dipped his head and looking back up at me grinned and said, ‘Actually, yes. I was wondering if you would go out to lunch with me today?’ I thought I was suddenly going senile or something. Did he just ask me out? ‘Huh?’ Great response right? Smiling again he scooted the chair he was sitting in. She's so cute in her glasses, I about melted. The door was closed, but we could hear her mom in the kitchen putting dishes away."I'll have to stay quiet so my mom doesn't hear." The brazenness of it was so exciting! She brought her hand up the inside of her thigh lifting her dress so I could see the shaved slit of her vagina. Rubbing up and down for a minute, her eyes closed slightly, enjoying her own touch. She wet her fingers and put them in between her lips, making a small circle over the. As I watched, myclothes began to rot and fall away until within moments, I stood nakedbefore Mama Tumo. Stood? It was more like floating. I couldn't feelanything against the bottoms of my feet except the same congealed airthat surrounded the rest of my body. "You don't like black folks, do you Mr. Wilton?" I considered her question. I had really never thought much about itbefore. I didn't care much for slavery. I never had. But what did Ireally think of the Negroes? If slavery were to suddenly. I winced at the bite but it only made me want to move at a quicker pace.“Yeah, oh god, fuckmeee, FUUUUUUCCCKKKKKMEEEEEEEEE,” was the response I got as I rammed my eight inches repeatedly into her devirginized snatch. After a few more strokes she whisperedduring shortened breaths, “I’m cum-, I’m cumming, IM CUMMMMMMMMINNNG!!” I felt her squeeze the life out of my cock, but I myself was still a ways away. Hearing the wet noises that her soaking pussy was making with my constant pounding, I sped.