Her brother was pleased to meet Robin, saying he was a face he had seen in their small town. Robin explained he was semi-retired after selling some te...chnical inventions and had moved there about a year earlier seeking an escape from the city to pursue nature studies. He quipped, “You never know what natural treasures you might find in the woods.”After making plans to get together that evening, Robin set off to find his car. Dawn’s brother wanted to know about her time in the woods. Had her. It was so exciting to have this strong Black man kissing her on the lips and to have this tongue dueling with her. He smelled so strong; he smelled so sexy. She felt his hand moving up her thighs to her panties and he played with her pussy thorough the panties. She submissively opened her legs. She could feel how wet she was as he played with her pussy. She moaned into his mouth. They spent the rest of the ride while he fondled her body, kissed her and licked her.When they got to the complex,. It was reasonably clean, but very noisy. The lane ended in a gutter running hard by a bramble. He turned the corner and led me to a small hut with a sloping tin roof and a rickety wooden door with a padlock. Kumar unlocked the door and pushed it open. It was very spare, almost Spartan. One chair, a little table, a kerosene stove in a corner, a few pots and pans on two wooden shelves. A cheap calendar on the wall by a small mirror. Clothes hung on a line, a tin chest. A hemp bed with a thin. As a k** Keyshia was such a tomboy, a skinny little girl, her hair in pigtails, wearing baggy clothes, glasses to large for her face and braces. I remember her following me and her brother around everywhere we went. I also remember how much she used to have a crush on me but I was never interested in her like that, growing up; I actually saw her as my little sister, playing with her and fighting as siblings sometimes do.I open the front door and walk inside. “Keyshia?” I shout out, no response..