For me, the scale of women is "5" for average and rarely do I see someone I would rate a full "8". A "10" is almost unheard of by my scale. She was a ...minimum of a "9". At this time, I could not think of any movie star or any other woman that I would have rather been with than her. I couldn't stand it any longer. I asked her if it was ok to go down on her again. Her eyes lit up and she said, "I would LOVE that!" I did the best I could. It seemed to take a long time to make her cum again but I. I remembered all right, I remembered her mother dancing with her boss at the party, smiling at me as she ground herself wantonly into his groin, I remembered his big, black hands cupping her bottom and I remembered them walking hand in hand out into the garden, "just for a breath of fresh air" she'd said!They'd been gone about half an hour before they reappeared, her smiling shamelessly and wearing, that I've just been fucked look on her face.I remembered Katie coming up to me later with the. Apparently, the old white dude had never seen a black guy swimming before, and always had a snide remark to make. I told him to mind his own business but the bozo refused to get the damn hint. Finally, I got fed up and told the swimming pool supervisor, along with the guy in charge of facilities. As a student, I’ve got the right to use the pool like everybody else. I didn’t come here to get harassed by a racist old white guy who’s got issues. I made that clear to the management, and they in. That first time he called, I wasn't even there. I was at work. She invited him to dinner. Thursday. A week from this Thursday." But you've talked to him since then, right?" Yes. He called later, and that's when I talked to him." That cocksucker!... He wants to get back together with you." Freddie, I don't know that! He didn't say anything like that. He just called about, you know, about us seeing each other again. I think he was going to ask me out to dinner or something. And I've already told.