He had grown bored by most of the people, some he realized he just didn't like. But all that was going to change soon when he left for college and he ...knew he would never come back. It's all he could think about until six today, Tom's not thinking about leaving anymore, he's only thinking about the last five hours. His friend Steve was having a party, it was nothing special, same people at the same house, even the same beer but then she walked in. She looked so different from the crowd and he. It took me a while to move my produce out of the way to get to my spare, and I had it scattered about as I hurried to change the flat. Bad neighborhood, remember?I was just letting the jack down when I heard a small, wavering voice.“Them collard greens?”I looked up to see a tiny black woman, guessing her to be sixty or better, looking at the basket.“Yes ma’am, that and some kale thrown in. Do you like collards?”“I love them,” she sighed, “but I ain’t had no fresh ones in years. Almost forgot. ”“That’s fine; I’m not going anywhere.”“Okay, in my history class there was a guy named Paul who obviously had noticed me. By the way, it was also obvious that he was a virgin.”Gilda found that amusing, “Somehow they always give themselves away through various clues.”“So he said very little to me during all of that time, although I knew he was looking at me. Finally, near the end of the semester – well I knew he was getting good grades and I wasn’t. So I invited him to the Finley snack bar and. No problem. I talked to her the next day, and then I picked her up and we came back to my place. She MADE me fuck her for hours. It was one of the longest sex sessions that I had ever had in my life! We had several follow up encounters in which one time we played a game of chance, and I lost, and she ended up handcuffing me sitting on the sofa, and then riding my dick until I exploded inside her wet black pussy. Later, I mentioned to my best friend at the time about our sexual escapades,.