***She'd been with me for a little over six weeks and we'd started thebeginnings of a friendship. Her eyes no longer examined the floor when weate or ... attempted conversation. She'd stopped wearing the schooluniform, and each day she dressed in a different outfit. Her colorcombinations were "out there," but everything seemed to coordinate. Mycolor sense was pale in comparison to hers."We have to go register for school today." Okay," she said.My God, an answer, and a cheerful one at that.. ”“What could be more important than that?” she asked with a grin.Rolling his eyes, Tommy asked, “Where are your parents now?”“They moved to San Antonio,” Betts reported. “My Dad works in civil service at Randolph Air Force Base. They have a nice home about halfway between San Antonio and New Braunfels. My mother has retired from teaching school. I have a younger sister who is working on a Master’s degree at Texas Tech. Did you need more?”“Keep going.”“Let’s see,” Betts said as she finished her. Re-settling beside her, after handing her a glass of beer, and showing her where the small table was I had put in front, I read the letter aloud, slowly; it was a solicitor’s letter, a bequest to her from some friend in America who had recently died. It also included a cheque for some money, and a dried flower which I placed in her hand, bringing a knowing smile to her face – a face I stared at, a smile I stared at: “Pai?” I asked.She turned her head towards me, a quizzical smile, and I said. She said she couldn't help but look down and watch as he penetrated her and he saw her and told her he knew she liked seeing his black dick going in her white pussy. She didn't admit it to him but she admitted to me that she did. She said she begged him not to cum in her because she wasn't on the pill. He told her nothing turned him on more than thinking about cumming in a married white woman but if she would promise to take it in her mouth and swallow he would. She said she didn't have any.