”“Beth, what is your dog’s name and what kind is it? The breed.”“He is a Lab mutt, very gentle and well trained for basic control type needs... walks, stay, heel, all that. His name is Blackie.”“Because he is black?”“Yeah, not very creative, huh?”“Doesn’t matter what I or anyone else thinks. What matters is how you relate to him. If you like the name and the association with him, that is what is important. Have you done anything sexual with him?”“No. I didn’t want to do it wrong and scare him or. She carried her clay stained mail-carrierbackpack like a purse on her lap, where the ends of stray hairs- frontand back- lingered.Chuckie considered himself lucky that she had just replied to him, sincehe considered her to be one of the prettiest girls in school, along withher best friend Gwen Rhys. She was a straight A honor student, and coulddrive before anyone else in their class. He was especially enamoured withher long hair and plump phsysique. He wondered if she liked fat guys?He smoothed. This took us past the bus terminal. Cruising by, I spotted a good looking black woman on the stroll. Then and thereI told John we were going to get laid. I had cruised hookers before with friends, but never saw one I wanted to get with.John looked kind of shocked, but told me he was in for whatever. I circled the block and came around to the woman I had seen. She was dressed in a mini-skirt, halter top, and fuck me pumps. I pulled up to the curb, behind 3-4 other potentialcustomers. There were. I was nearly dripping from my pussy when I got up to take the coffee cups to the kitchen. I dropped a spoon when I bent over to pick it up, from behind me there was moan. I asked if he was ok. He said he had just seen something on the television he had not eaten in a long time. It was then I realized that he got a full shot of my wet thong underwear and bulging wet pussy with my underwear neatly tucked between my pussy lips where it had bunched up.I excused my self and went to the bedroom to.