.. "Anyway. Monday, this other friend sent me a clip of your Still Waters Fashions introduction. After I quit laughing, I decided to pass it around. I...showed it to the News Director and the guys at the Night Show. They loved it. News wanted to cover it, the Night Show wanted an interview. But nobody could get hold of any of you to arrange anything, so I called the stables and talked to Sarah. She told me where you were staying in L.A." You mean, you're the reason we went live and national. I looked down at how tight they fitted around her bulbous pussy, a few stray black pubic hairs emerging from the sides and top, “Oh sorry” she sighed, “I didn’t trim” she said with a giggle, well who knew she would have some strange man ogling at her pussy today, “Its ok” I said, “Do you mind if I feel the fabric?” I asked looking up at her, she responded by opening her legs which to me was acceptance.“Wow!” I said out loud when I didn’t really want to as I reached forward feeling the soft. At about 24 she was a lovely dark, powerful West Indian woman. In 10 or 15 years she would probably run to fat, but at the moment she was at the very peak of feminine sexuality. Young black women seemed, James mused, to be naturally dominant. Confidence, indeed arrogance, seemed to define them from a very early age. James could certainly testify to that. He had enough of the young minxes in his class, if you could have enough of such a good thing !Tonight would be special. James had saved his. Women gasped, but their eyes lingered longingly on the thick ten inch shaft as they scurried off.Mona didn’t notice the attention. She was having too much fun. She naturally assumed nobody would be able to see his penis while it resided in her mouth. She could take the crown in her throat just as deep as she wanted, without fear of nearly drowning herself. She sort of bobbed her head, hoping people wouldn’t notice the quick flashes of shaft. She was completely oblivious to the fact that the.