I replied and she showed me a picture of him. I must say he was a very handsome white man but looked to be late 30's, she must of saw a weird look on...my face because she replied yes... he is about 12 years older then she was, but he was very wealthy and treated her well he was also much more mature than those she dated her own age. Later that evening I was staying alone but it was still early and light out, as I looked outside the patio I saw the black man walk up to our complex.She lived. But he did not want to hear my pleas; He just wanted to fuck me.The bastard finally grabbed my skirt and ripped it off from my body. He smiled at the sight of my tiny white cotton thong; it barely covered my shaven labia. He pushed me back on the couch.The man smiled again, seeing my thong was already damp. He told me I was a slutty wet cunt. Then he slid between my thighs and parted them, rubbing my clit with his dirty fingers. Then I whimpered and in that moment he slid almost his entire. " Megan said with a grin.She briefly compared Jack's gentle touch to the rough treatment she had experienced at the hands of Danny, on that terrible day. She pulled Jack closer to her, looked up at him, and pressed her lips to his. They kissed softly, slowly exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. Immediately she felt the tingling return to her now wet vagina. She shivered slightly in his arms and broke their tender kiss.Felling flushed and excited, Megan began to giggle. She wanted. If I got any bigger I'd explode. At a table nearby, a pink-cheeked couple held hands over a bunch of carnations."Sorry, I didn't think to buy flowers." "I'm allergic." She laughed. "Anyway, a tenner says she wishes he bought roses." I chuckled. "Poor bastard thinks he's getting lucky." "Not unless he's got a box of chocolates in his pocket." She was quiet for a moment or two, then licked her lips again. She seemed apprehensive. "Can I tell you something?" "Of course." She opened her mouth.