..if you don't move on with your own life then I will never talk to you again."I couldn't trust myself to speak so for a long time all I could do was ...stare at her. Finally I nodded. "Okay." I left Isabelle's room. Okay.PT 5I kissed Rachel. She could kiss for hours. She was addicted to it. She was tall with long red hair and a shape that was perfection. I'd been seeing her for a month but this was the first time that I was going to bring her home. I thought that when I lost my virginity, I'd be. "Slowly I eased her string down and lifted a leg up over my shoulder. The aroma from her pretty little slit filled my nostrils and she pushed herself down onto my mouth as I ran my tongue from her clitoris all the way down to her sweet little rosebud. She was awash with tangy juices that dribbled down my throat like the finest champagne. As I lapped greedily at the delicate pink flesh inside her labia, she meowed with pleasure as I sucked gently at her little swollen bud."Stop being. Dad solved the riddle while we were preparing the dinner. "George, I believe you are in some of the same classes as Layla's daughter."The penny dropped. "So you are Denise's mother!" I exclaimed. Without thinking I continued "She sure doesn't get her beauty from strangers."I know it is often claimed that African Americans can't blush, but Layla's nougat complexion got distinctly redder. "You and your Dad are chips off the same block, aren't you?" she laughed out loud. "But yes, I am Denise's. We agreed to meet in an hour, and when he said,"I had a shower this morning, but I worked out and then ran 5 miles in this heat, I am very sweaty and musky, I need a shower!" I told him I love a good sweat on a man, that I'd prefer that he didn't. That seemed to really interest him, and he told me to get here as soon as I could.I showered and douched deep! I was on my way as soon as I could get there. As I was driving it was going through my mind that he had told me he is a total top, doesn' t.