I slowly turn mine and lean in slightly. I look into your eyes as our lips brush ever so softly… then apply a bit more pressure. Your lips are so s...ft. I cup the side of your face with my hand as I slowly lick your lips hoping you’ll allow me access into your sweet mouth. Hmmm… you taste so good. Our bodies turn toward each other as our kiss deepens. My hand travels from your cheek down to your breast. Damn, I can feel your nipple through your shirt. I feel your hand shyly close over my. There went the finger to tuck the strand of hair behind her ear again, and then she looked up at me as she parted her lips and took me completely in her wet mouth. Just like yesterday, and yesterdays gone by. She looked up at me, her lips wrapped around my girth, at least two thirds of my meat in her mouth, with a serious, meaningful look on her face, and I swear she looked exactly like my Tracy did the first time she sucked my cock. ‘Oh y-e-s-s-s-s-s-s-s . . .’ I hissed. I ran my fingers. There’s a lot of mythology about sex and race. The first black girl I had sex with actually asked me if I thought I could handle it. So I fucked her and she came, which I imagine answered her question.But back to the story. I got talking to a woman online, whose initial reply stated that she did like having her ass licked (bottom, actually - I had used that word just to help the shy ones who don’t like dirty talk). Yes, I do like having my bottom licked, she said. I like them respectable,. I nearly came in my pants when I heard that. It was my very first obscene voice mail message.I called Tom first and promised to deliver the car that night if he could give me a ride back to my apartment. I guess he was anxious to get his car back because he readily agreed. I called Mom next and told her as little as possible except that the date had gone very well and yes, I was sure there would be another one. I got another dose of "you could do worse," Yeah, I sure the hell could. Finally, I.