But there really was something about him that she liked."What?" She asked."Get out of bed, put your other stocking back on, pull them up those gorgeou... fucking legs, step into your heels again, buckle them up and come back to my bed..." Do I leave my knickers on?" Yes. For now," he said.She wondered what delights were coming her way as she sat and rolled the other stocking up her leg, smoothing it with the palm of her hand. In her peripheral vision, she could see him greedily drinking in every. He looked down at her and smiled. And she was smitten. Was he trying to hit on her? That would be a new experience for her. And really it would be a pleasurable one.He took a chance and sat down beside her on the bench, not leaning back but sitting on the edge alertly because he did not want to be too casual as though they were friends.“I don’t think I do remember you. Have we met before?”“We did not formally meet. I don’t even know your name. But we shared some intimate moments a few months. It was just perfect; I was a blossoming eighteen year old when it happened, even four years later I still remember it as though it was yesterday. I slowly began pushing my panties down my legs, uncovering a strip of black hair above my slit. I continued to push them down my mocha brown legs, revealing more of my pussy. I licked my fingers before pushing two into my tight black pussy. I started pumping them in and out quickly, imagining it was my first lovers cock. Even in such tragedy I. She pulled a hanky out of her purse and dabbed at her eyes."We, we, we got a ransom note. They said if we called the cops, they'dkill daddy."Now it became as clear as glass filled with mineral oil ready to be usedfor a rubdown. Daddy, as she was called, ran a chain a lady's clubs inCastro, where the girls could stuff dollar bills into the empty jockstrappouches of the go-go tomboys who perambulated along the stage and for ahalf a saw buck more traded in the backroom would give a lap-dance.