Tiffany wasn't a call girl. At least, she didn't think of herself thatway. She was a white woman who served Black men's fantasies. All ofthem, it s...emed, wanted nothing as much as to fuck a white girl, usuallyin her ass, or to choke her half to death on their huge ebony cocksbefore pumping a half gallon of their thick seed down their lily whitethroats.That was okay with Tiffany. She loved cocks, especially Black pricks--the bigger and Blacker, the better, as far as she was concerned. . Carrie had just got in the shower when I looked in and as I looked at her getting wet she looked like a goddess I started feeling my dick getting hard all ten inches of it and as I watched she begin to rub soap on her body I watched her work up a good leather then she rinsed it off. I hurried back to my room before she saw me and through me out on my ass. I was unpacking when she came in the room to help and when I turned to look at her she was only wearing a pink bra and a pink thong. My. Besides, the fence was high enough that they couldn’t see over.Placing the suncream and water down on the small table next to the lounger, I untied my bikini top, letting it fall to the ground. There was a gentle breeze which felt as if it was caressing my breasts as it washed over me. I laid down on the lounger, arched my back and felt my breasts swell as the suns rays worked their magic on my exposed body. Closing my eyes, I felt the breeze again, it was like a stranger’s fingers gently. "So much fun," Milan replies. "Talking about fun, I think I'm going to take a shower to take care of myself. Don't want to make a mess again." I open my eyes. Milan is standing in front of me and is stroking his dick, which is already covered in precum. "Enjoy yourself," I say with a smile."Oh, I'm sure I will. I have enough mental images to last me a lifetime." I blush. "I bet." When Milan is gone I turn on the television and watch a stupid show about houses. I don't really pay attention, I'm.