Michelle was a tall very attractive Afro-American, with long beautiful dark hair that fell nearly all the way down to her tight firm ass. Nearly as ta...ll as I was at six feet, she had a vivacious personality. And not that Chris didn't, but Chris was far more shy and reserved about showing herself off. Michelle was completely the opposite, which Chris had even warned me about the second time I'd come over, knowing that she'd most likely be there when I did."Don't be too surprised if Michelle's. As I take his cock into and out of my mouth; I place my hands on his thighs rubbing them up and down, moving them slowly around to his ass. He feels so good and his skin is so smooth that the sweat from the heat of the room helping my hands slide easily. I start to taste the precum at the end of his cock. It has a sweet taste to it like pineapple. As I am taking his cock into and out of my mouth he reaches down and puts his hands on my shoulders and stops me. I look up at him with his cock. Today I'm attracted to her because I realized that when I'm with her I feel alive again."Amber finished chewing on a piece of croissant and then cleared her throat in a ladylike fashion. "Dave, she's not a very strong person. She can't handle a relationship with someone that has tons of emotional baggage like you do." That's the thing. If I was with her, I would throw that baggage right over the side of the ship. I'm sick of being depressed. I'm sick of not living." Can I ask what happened when. Others, including store names and geographical locations are true. Fall, 1982. These neat toys we use to communicate with were either in their infancy or very expensive. I was finishing up University and when things slowed down in what I liked doing, I found myself alone, and needing a job to pay the $80.00 a month for the six by nine foot room, some food, gas for the 1966 Chevy Malibu. I lowered myself and decided to go retail and stopped by a local department store. It just so happened.