As my mom was out the door I sat down at my computer witch was in my room. All of a sudden I heard my bedroom door squeaked open. I bolted my head to ...he door and saw Max at the doorway. I got up and lead Max in my room. I guess he didn’t want to be alone. Max laid down on the floor and I jumped back on the computer. As I jumped from site to site I was rubbing way at my pussy. I was getting wetter and wetter. Max must had smelt me getting wet because he got up and sat right next to me.He kept. Every now and then I frequent a strip bar in town and struck up a conversation with Suzy an older dancer. You could tell she was getting on in years, she may have been over 40. I was only 29. We became friends and one day she said “my days are numbered here, I’m just too old and I’m tired of giving free blow jobs to the owner’s gang banger friends”. It was May and I knew my employees would be leaving in droves next week. I told Suzy “hey apply at my place there’s plenty of overtime and good. Young white girls walking hand in hand with a black male, my dick would jump at what I was thinking when I watched them. Every time, I would conciously look to see if I see an outline of his cock, a couple of times I was able to which really made my cock hard thinking about how this young girl was going to get fucked by it, probably today and shot full of cum. Twice that day though, I did see what I was really looking for. Couples in their perhaps late 20s with an obviously bi-racial c***d. . Except they were gone for about five hours. To my credit it only took me forty-five minutes to figure out they weren't just picking up her toothbrush and a change a clothes. But five hours was plenty of time for Lexie and I to have a good, heart-to-heart girl-chat. The longer we talked, the more of a "normal girl" she seemed in so many natural ways. Despite her insistence that she was Gary Simon and that she wasn't comfortable wearing women's clothing or being at all feminine, her mannerisms,.