While I can remember almost every detail of our short-lived adventure, I find it rather difficult to recall Miss Hachi’s face, maybe because it was ...ostly hidden under the brim of her hat or maybe because she had such beautiful long black hair that was so distracting to the eye. It’s rather sad, enough to make me feel at least a bit guilty, to forget the face of my first friend. However, despite my inability to remember her face, I do recall that Miss Hachi was quite beautiful, almost. Thanks"."Dump your stuff on the back seat", I said getting in to the front.She did and threw in her coat too , opened the door, got in and fastened the seat belt. As I slipped into gear I saw her mini-skirt hidden under her coat had ridden up to expose about a foot of thigh in silky black tights.As we drove off my eyes kept dropping to her thighs."Not getting enough then?"I didn't answer. Still at forty you could never get enough."Me neither. My husband disappeared six months ago with some. ..once the pain went away.That same night, Tyler's dad showed up at our house. We were sitting in the living room, when we heard a knock on the door. Mom went to answer, and Tyler's dad walked in, and immediately hugged mom, grabbing her ass from the back, lifting her off the ground. He was laughing and asked her, "how is my favorite bitch?"Mom didn't respond, then Tyler's dad looked past her and saw me looking at them.Larry,"Hey sweetheart, didn't see you there, how are you doing.". But so where Terra and Wendy.“Please, please,” moaned Wendy. She clenched her flat ass. She had a White girl’s butt, not a curvy Latina ass like I had, or a bubbly, Black booty like Shawna did. Even Terra had a peachier ass than Wendy.But the girl was still cute.“I need your cock back in me, Ms. Escamilla,” she continued, her dark-brown hair spilling about her face.“Yes!” Terra moaned. The brunette schoolgirl stared at me, her face flushed. “I need to cum! Please fuck me!”My entire class was.