As I walked over to her, I saw she was wearing a pair of red shorts and a white, sleeveless blouse. Her long, slender legs, and her ass were stunning....Her tummy was perfect, not flat the way some men like, there was a nice sexy pooch just below her waist, that I thought was such a turn on. And this blouse really showed of her titties as slightly larger than I first thought.“Good morning, I’m glad you came!”“Did you think I wouldn’t,” she smiled.Offering her my hand, we looked for a place to set. He could do whatever the hell he wanted with you – everything his wife wouldn't let him. As you drool over that picture of him at the beach you find your hand working on it's own accord to glide between your legs and under your skirt to tend to the tingle your thoughts are creating... Then the phone rings and you snap back out of your dream world of passion. You look at the clock first, hoping that they'd give up and hang up but they don't. With a sigh you pick up to see what the fucker. But parochial school never discussed a vagina and there was so much homophobia taught without real explanation, really all so awful and hateful. I hated that and not the guys or Lilly. I was hating the whole parochial prison of the mind. I was beginning to think getting poked in the butt was defiance to upset the old order, the artifacts of religious dominance. I liked that idea.I day dreamed about me doing the guys in front of class. I wondered how many guys from the class might try me, big. "Good," Nanny said. "Remember your Reparations."The Reparations Act of 2056 had assured peaceful coexistencebetween whites and blacks, Asians, Hispanics and other races were all excluded since they had nothing to do with slavery.All the white people had to do was submit to sexual dominationby black people.After the bloody Race Riots that had killed and maimed hundreds of thousands, it was a welcome solution.Five years before the Act was passed a group of young white males and females.