She raised her cup and looked at me over the rim."I can't really believe that we have met again. How many years is it? It must be getting on for twent...y." Nineteen." I answered. "It was nineteen fifty-seven." Fancy, you remembered that but you didn't remember to write to me. You broke my heart." She was smiling."I don't think so, you're still here." I quipped and then changed the subject. "Does your dad still have the hotel?" Oh no. He sold it when he retired years ago. Got a good price for it. "The week flew by, before I knew it Friday night had come and I was getting ready for my date with Tyrone. I picked out a sexy outfit to wear, a short black miniskirt and a tight black tube top with a matching pair of black heals. Underneath, I wore nothing, no panties and no bra, I didn't need them. Brian prepared the video camera and we were on our way to the hotel. Brian and I chatted on the ride over, we were both very horny."I can't wait to see you riding that cock again." I can't wait to. But, she was scared shitless that his huge black cock would split her apart. “Wait! Stop!” Tyrone struggled to keep a straight face and not laugh. He tried to show concern. He knew the little bitch had never been fucked by a big nigger cock and was probably scared shitless. He also knew she would grow to not only love black cock, but to crave it. He used the kindest, gentlest voice he could muster.“What’s wrong li’l bear? Are you a virgin?”“No, Ty’. It’s just that I’ve never made. My room was the same, exactly how I'd left it the night before. Even mywardrobe was still open, the side that I'd dedicated to my growingcollection of girl's clothes and makeup, wigs, padding and all sorts. Itwas all still there, unorganised, things lying around. Whenever I dressedup I'd make a mess, looking through all my things and trying to cobbletogether an outfit.Nothing was different.My phone was on the bookcase beside my bed. My computer on the desk atthe end of my bed. Everything was.