(I was never the one to push myself onto any girl). Instead she wanted a pizza. Me and my broken pride went for a pizza. At least it wasn’t a stea...k and lobster dinner. Most other guys would have forced themselves on her.About a month later Dottie again told me she was breaking up with me. This time it wasn’t that devastating.A few months later Dottie and I saw each other in secret from her parents. One day during the summer, she came over to my house. We started petting and it got out of. .. and Karen’s Dodge Van.”“What kind of Dodge van?”“Town Wagon ... converted to four wheel drive.”“Fix you right up.”The mechanics shop had an old Power Wagon Town Wagon they used to chase parts. It wasn’t like Karen’s van ... it was a 4 by 4 from the factory. But it had the engine most 1966 American Power Wagon Town Wagons were equipped with ... the 426 hemi. To be sure, it was a derated single four barrel and had a milder cam ... but it moved that D100 smartly. 1966 was the last year for the. Derrick offered to show us the house, so off to the back of the house we went. It had three bedrooms, two with mattresses on the floor and then there was a canopied bed in the master-bedroom with mirrors on the ceiling.As soon as we entered the master bedroom, I felt a hand slip up under my mini-skirt and grab a cheek of my ass. I quickly turned around and came face to face with a large black dude who was smiling from ear to ear.“Damn,” he exclaimed, “White meat! I love white meat!”My legs. Holding her firm ass in his strong hands, he caressed her with his warm tongue. He was kissing and nibbling her pussy, pulling and stretching her pink flesh in the most delicious of ways. When his lips brushed against her sensitized clit, he felt a quiver run threw her body, and her sweet fluids began to flow freely into his mouth. For long moments, Alex licked and sucked on her quivering sex. His touch was so hungry and insistent that she could barely concentrate on his cock. She kissed his.