So one afternoon I'm a little, innocent looking black girl waitint for a city bus in a bus stop shelter in Richmond, Virginia and this white guy stops...his car to ask for directions. Found out pretty quickly that what he really wanted to know was if I was available. I was - gotta survive, you know.I didn't have any place to take him so I recommended a by-the-hour dive south on Jeff Davis Highway. It's safe and clean enough, but definitely not fancy.I think Bill wanted a GF experience because. "They're something else, Dean?" Christy said. Taylor scooted away from Melissa allowing the curvaceous girl to lay back. Her big mammoth breast sagged and spread out on her chest like two pillows. She rested with her feet flat on the floor, her thighs spread wide. Dean drank in the sight of her shaved pussy. He took a long drink and knelt down between her white thighs. Here he could smell the musky scent of her cunt, already prepared by Taylor. “Please, Dean,” she said, her voice nearly a. "Shto?" (What?)The language was Russian, but sounded funny to his ears. Jerking fully awake, he realised the girl had spoken.His eyes settled on her face. She blinked in confusion, trying to clear the fog from her brain. Leaning down to her, Shchpuka asked her her name in almost a whisper. Her forehead furrowed. She looked into his face and asked,"Bolsheviki?"Shchpuka nodded."Your name?" he said carefully."Christine," she said quietly."Englisi?" he asked."Francais," she told him."Ah, French,". He was playing with her right there in a public restaurant!Angel could feel her cheeks turn red with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the sexiness of the situation. While she had cooled down enough from Etan's teasing to maintain her dignity, her arousal hadn't diminished entirely and now with this new attack, her passion flared once again.Angel began squirming in her seat as soon as he pushed his fingers into her and she slumped down in her chair subconsciously, spreading her legs wider.