Her nipples are tiny too, the colored part and everything about the size of a nickel. Bright pink, too! Her waist, as you might imagine is flat as a p...ancake, no fat on her, no sir. But below--ahhh--light brown pubic hair, almost blond like her head, so soft and fine I can see right through it, yet there is plenty there. It's not wide spread like my ex wife's was. Heck, I can cover it all up with my palm. Her pussy lips are tight, still; she's gotta be a virgin.I begin rubbing her breasts and to. I had never been with a black woman before. She drove a nice car and was dressed nicely. She went into her purse and handed me a fifty. She told me to keep the change. I couldn’t believe she gave me a tip. I was just doing it to be nice. I had never gotten a tip at my job. She told me she had a lot of money and would love for me to come home with her. I thought about it for a minute and walked back into the store. I told my boss that I was suddenly sick and needed to go home. My boss told me to. ” Somehow I’d become emotionally hyper charged. I could feel tears at the corner of my eyes; a barely acknowledged frustration crawled around the pit of my stomach and my impotent anger rose to redden my face. Yet I didn’t know what I was upset about; my maddeningly small breasts, the lack of a stiff cock to plunder my pussy, the guilt and inferred criticism that I felt at any mention of Stephen’s mother or the certain knowledge that someday soon he’d move on to fresher, younger, more nubile. They had had little success nationally but got regular gigs around the city.Zak took her to his flat. It was dirty and untidy with much unwashed crockery piled in the sink. She did not notice, as she fell into his arms. His kisses were strong and powerful, and she could feel him hard against her thigh. His chest felt firm and defined and his arms sinuous. Her lust took her, it had been so long since she had had a man, though her last 'man' was no more than a boy.His hands wandered over her body.