“I need to see it to understand.”Was she really asking what I thought she was? “You want me to take off my pants?”Pat nodded. “Yes, I want... to see it for real.”I started unbuckling my paths and then unzipped. Her eyes were glued to what I was doing. I dropped the pants to the floor and she continued to stare. I started to push my shorts down and the tip of my penis came into view. Pats mouth opened as she continued to stare. My shorts dropped to the floor and my erection stuck out at a 45. She laughed, and you’ll be bored to tears if I say the sound was like music rippling across the water; but it was, and somehow it didn’t feel like a cliché at all.‘Does it matter?’ she said, sliding back into the water and taking two lazy strokes away from me.I swam; she was right, and it didn’t matter; the race didn’t matter; the crazy compass didn’t matter. All I knew right then was that if I was lucky she might tell me what did matter.As soon as I was swimming she increased her pace and I. I had to wait for Three buses when she showed up very delayed. She was dressed up in a full of color longdress. tight over her big breast. she also wear high heels and her hair was set up. She looked Beautiful. She was like Another woman from the one I had Company with on the bus some nights ago.I gave her a compliment about how she loked and she said thanks. We decided to go to a café were we sat down had a snack and began talk. Then she shooked me and said. Do you get horny on Black women. I bet he could feel thehuge load of cum in there just begging to be released and squirted down histhroat.I loosened my tie as I started getting real sweaty in that dark booth. Iopened my shirt so my hard abs were pressed up against the wall as I triedto drive my cock deeper down this k**'s throat. He seemed to love it,slurping on it harder.I started fucking that hole in the wall, driving my cock into his throat,desperate to shoot my load down there.Suddenly I heard somebody whisper "hey". I.